December 6th, thirty years of marriage. Where did time go? How did it happen? How do you measure thirty years?
More than half my life, three talented children, two Scotty dogs, four moves in two countries, all our parents gone, a grandbaby, retirement (ours!) plans, joys and sadness, ups and downs, give and take…
Did I ever tell the story of how we met? I think I did. I took a stained glass course and he was the teacher. After a few dates he said, "If you're going to get serious with me, you have to move to a place called Lions Bay, BC."
"Oh, OK" this New York-raised-near-the-city girl said.
And the rest is history.
Santorini – November 2012:


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