Honeymoon Memories Part 1

The other morning I woke up from a dream that left me a little frazzled for the rest of the day. In the dream, it was the day Marc and I were to fly to England but we didn’t have anything ready. (Our friend’s daughter was also an Olympic swimmer, but that wasn’t really the point of the dream.) I woke up and suddenly realized that this trip we’ve been planning since the beginning of the year is no longer six months away, it is one month away. And if you look at that in terms of weekends, it’s not many. Everything is set that needs to be set, but I still feel nervous. Mostly because I’m leaving the continent without my kids, and this is the first time I’ve left the continent, which makes it that much worse. It’s going to be hard to shake that uneasy feeling, as much as I’m looking forward to the trip.

And it will be good to be alone with Marco.

For some reason tonight I started thinking about our honeymoon, and more specifically the first few nights we spent in Saskatoon before heading out to Ottawa on our real honeymoon. Being alone in a hotel room this summer in England will be just as novel as it was 10 years ago when we were first married.

There are little snippets of those two and a half days in Saskatoon that always come to mind when I think about us being just married. Some of them I won’t share, obviously… But some of them, like the fact that Marc and I watched Sue Johanson’s “Sunday Night Sex Show” talkshow from our big king-sized bed, because we were finally “allowed” to watch, is one particular memory that makes me smile. I remember that the flower arrangement my mom had ordered to be in our room when we got there on Saturday was delivered Sunday morning while we were still waking up. I remember we didn’t know what to do with ourselves all day, so we went to McNally Robinson bookstore and killed a few hours there. 

I still can’t bring myself to divulge my two favourite memories from those two days, even though they are quite hilarious and are not graphic in any way. I’ll just keep them bottled up in my heart and continue to share them in person to those people who look like they could use a laugh at the expense of “Marc and Dixie’s Wedding Night”.

Really, though, now that I look back, for as naive as we were, we really were the same Marc and Dixie. We still love looking through a good bookstore more than just about anything else. And, if I include those other two memories, Marc still loves to read in bed and I am always happier when clothes are folded. There. Enough said.

Here’s to a great second honeymoon in England exactly one month from today!

Posted in Dreams, Marriage, Memories, Travels | 3 Comments

3 Responses to Honeymoon Memories Part 1

  1. jobina says:

    That is a GREAT picture of you two!

  2. Toni says:

    ” I remember we didn’t know what to do with ourselves all day”

    I *almost* believe you.


    Ah, those honeymoon memories. Good times.

    Be prepared to feel a bit anxious and ratty the first day or 2 without the children: if you expect it, then you can make allowances for each other.

  3. Don Hendricks says:

    I am so pleased about your trip across the pond. Some who had problems with the link and kept clicking on the bottom and it opened, I think my account is “Don in AZ” It’s only the Droid photos, my new canon zoom pics were outstanding and will be up after this leg of our trip. Let me know if you can’t get in ……get packing girl.

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