Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad!

19 years ago today, Martin Rosenfeld and Trudi Lasky finally tied the knot in the Wiggins' living room. Let's just say it was about time. For those of you who do not know the story, Mom and Dad dated in high school after they met at a USY (youth group) convention in Des Moines (although Mom lived in St. Louis, they were in the same district.) Apparently, the story goes that he broke up with her and she was devastated. In fact, she painted a picture entitled "Willow Weep for Me" which is hanging in my living room. Years and years went by and I am not really sure who stalked who more.

Thirty-some-odd years later, Tiff joined the same youth group and went to a convention in, you guessed it, Des Moines. At some point a man showed up and asked the group of 400+ teenagers, "Does anyone know Trudi Lasky?" A little hesitant, Tiff took pictures and went home to St. Louis. It would be nice to say that it was love at first photo sight but, no. Before the film could be developed (remember those days?), the new puppy ate the roll....no pictures. But, a phone call soon followed and it was love at first voice.

Rabbi Yossi came today and they had a kinda-sorta re-commitment ceremony. They spoke a lot about new beginnings which, now that I think about it, really makes sense at 19 years. For those of you who are not familiar with the Hebrew language, each letter also has a numerical value. The Hebrew word for life, Chai, is spelled with the letter Chet (deep in the throat sound, not the English "ch") and the letter Yod (rhymes with good.) The numerical value of Chet has the numerical value of 8 and Yod has the value of 10. Therefore, the numerical value of the word "life" is 18. So, to me, it makes sense to begin a new life at 19 years, or 1 year after 18.

A couple funnies a la Dad...

Yesterday, when Mom told him the Rabbi was coming for a ceremony, he replied, "But I have nothing to wear." (ever the debonair fashion forward thinker!)

Today, Dad ask Mom what the physical therapist was doing. Mom said she was stretching his legs. Dad's, always on top of things, asked the therapist to stretch him to 6'4"!

Good news....he passed the x-ray swallow study and is able to eat more and more. However, much to his dismay, they have him on the diabetic diet. Would someone reading this please remind Mom that she has contraband tapioca pudding from Target in her fridge? :)

Good night all...it's getting late!

love to all! suz

P.S. Please keep checking in...one of Dad's nurses took some pictures and another family video taped the ceremony today. I hope to be able to post them soon.