My story is a bit longer…
My marriage was a combination of magic and serendipity. My wife and I almost never got together.
I had returned from duck hunting with my Architect buddy and had nothing to do. Being bored, I went to a house party the office receptionist was holding. I wasn’t a house party person and it had been several years since I had gone to one. I grabbed a case of beer and hopped on my motorbike and went to Tracy’s place. At the party I met a bright young lady, Wanda, and we spent an hour or so talking, and I normally wasn’t much of a speaking person.
I got her phone number to call her later and wrote it on a matchbook cover; this was lost. Tracy had no idea of who she was; Tracy had only met her that day and invited her to the party… I lamented the fact that I had lost the contact info. Tracy ran into Wanda two or three weeks later. Wanda commented that she had met an engineer, at Tracy’s party, who was going to call her. Tracy explained that I had lost her number. Wanda came up to the office and we headed out for lunch.
We went to lunch or dinner a dozen or more times and then it was Christmas. I picked up a few little gifts for Wanda and her children. She had a young son and daughter from her previous marriage.
After the New Year we continued our lunch dates and one afternoon when I walked her to the elevator, she gave me a light, demure kiss… that did it. Up to that point there was no romance and I wasn’t looking for anyone; I just liked her company. I was ‘twitterpated’…
Wanda suffered from lupus and during her last bout, her ex looked after the children. When Wanda wanted to take them out, he would only let her take one or the other. Wanda had legal custody and she didn’t want a court fight so she acquiesced.
I had asked Wanda a couple of times if she would marry me and she declined. One evening she was talking to her mom on the phone, and out of the blue she asked, “Why won’t you marry me?” I jumped at the chance and asked again and she accepted. I hopped in my Triumph Spitfile and went over to my brother’s place and picked up a lovely 1-1/2" carved gold locket that I had picked up a couple of years earlier, for the only reason that it was pretty. I brought it back to Wanda’s place and this was our engagement locket… I didn’t have a ring and she accepted this.
Wanda decided that she wanted to get married on Valentines day, about a month away. We were going to have a simple civil ceremony because we didn’t want to alarm her ex. About two weeks before our intended wedding, Wanda decided to have a church wedding. I had to scramble, not being a church going person. The only church I knew was one that I had helped my dad with the eavestroughing the previous summer. I called up the minister and they had an ‘opening’ in their small chapel. I don’t think he thought I was serious at such short notice and on Valentines day. Wanda and I had an interview with the minister and all was good.
About a week before our wedding, we talked to a lawyer and he advised us to ‘scoop’ the kids (you can’t do that now) and ‘stash’ them. Valentines day came, and, we were married. I took half a dozen bottles of champagne and a bunch of glasses into the office and let them know Wanda and I had just been married. Tracy was the only one in the office that knew; she was our Matron of Honour. The next day I found out that the company wanted me to move to the Toronto office. They had no idea that I was married and had a family. The following Monday, Wanda and our two kids were in Toronto and I was at the office.
Wanda was much brighter than I was, and quite different from me. We had 40 wonderful years together and never a fight, or serious argument. Prior to getting together, Wanda had a Masters in Interior Design and worked in New York as a pastry chef while studying for her masters. She was a fabulous cook as well as a mother and wife. There are enough stories to fill a book…