How to start talking about marriage on our blog? Doing it in our own way, of course. And that is, travel and pets. We’ve already opened the index book with our advice on how and where to get married abroad. And we keep telling our marriage.
When we got married was not with us Arturo. He would arrive on Christmas two years later. But in our house we never lacked furry friends. So the wedding day who witnessed all my preparation, a bit ‘puzzled and annoyed a lot, it was Chris, lovingly said Chicchi, the cat from white hair and yellow eyes of turkish Angora breed that was my life mate for eight years.
Very shy and reserved as it is of his race which was the subject of a special protection in their country of origin because according to popular belief the great Ataturk statesman would be reincarnated in a semi long haired white cat, Chris has always had an attitude regal. Maybe because in 1600, the turkish Angora was introduced to Europe as an homage to the nobility and royal families by Turkish sultans? Or because as told by another legend has shared queenly rooms of Marie Antoinette, Queen of France who had various specimens assigned to a confidant before the French Revolution and the guillotine?
He still consummate actor was starring with me several photos taken before the ceremony, and he accompanied me to the door when the arm of my dad I was going to start toward the church. In this picture that captures a very personal and very intense moment, I am particularly linked because it brings me back to a happy time… I was beaming on the arm of my beautiful dad.
This shot causes me great anguish today because it makes me think about how things change over time and how time digs unbridgeable furrows between us and those who are no more. It makes me think of that day, but most of all it makes me think of my father that I lost in March this year. To his being curious and always in step with the times. Soon he learned to play around on the computer and he was the first of the family to join Facebook and Twitter. And he was always the first to read everything that was posted on our blog and always the first to place his like and to share. His strength, physical and moral, made me think that there never would have left us. But his world, and with him also a bit ‘of my, ended March 3 of this year. And I still have not learned how to handle the dull pain that I carry inside.
Returning to the photo, I had beside my cat that most likely wondered what was going on. As most likely he waited, in vain, my return until the next day. When I got back I did not see right away, I am taken from the preparations for the planned trip.
Then I found him! But before snuggle with him a bit ‘stroking his silky hair and causing the ron ron purr, are racing to get my camera and I immortalized him! He was comfortably curled up on my wedding dress that be to him a great, and soft pillow… It ‘was on his way to attend anyway at our wedding.
Our honeymoon? We’ll tell you in another post!