41 years- how is that true??

Tomorrow at 4pm, 41 years ago, I walked down the aisle on my Dad's arm; both of us knees knocking and giggling; to see my wonderful fiance Phil smiling waiting for me to join him.
Dad handed me over and I don't remember too much of the rest of the ceremony itself.

A friend in the choir was laughing at us; I nearly fell backwards when standing up after the prayers; I put my fingernail right through my glove; I knocked my head getting out of the car and dislodged my tiara. The coach taking the guests from the church to the reception failed to turn up and my brother got a fleet of taxis to do the job.

This is typical of me. For every positive there is a negative and vice versa.
Is this how I have survived 41 years? I guess so.

I am a dreamer but most of all I tend to have blind faith that things will be ok. I still feel that way even on the darkest day.
I am also quite naive and think everybody loves me until they hurt me. I hate that.

I have oh so many tales to tell of 41 years as Mrs Phillips. Some wonderful and some not. I am sure there are many people who could say the same for various reasons.

This is our most challenging chapter though. I seem to be fighting this battle on my own for both of us. Is it getting better? Well there are some positives but then some negatives too. There I go again.........................