Seventeen Years Ago...

My husband and I were married in Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe, a fairy tale wedding and honeymoon with African drums, roaring lions, massive waterfalls, night skies blazing with starlight, tall tales told around a crackling campfire, and rings from a South African diamond emporium. Strange-sounding names, Limpopo, Chiredzi, Zambezi, Zambia and Botswana. Sunset cruises on the river with champagne and appetizers. A helicopter ride over the falls. Elephants, buffalo, zebra, giraffe, monkeys, kudu, impala, wart hogs and lions — enough to fill anyone’s dreams.

Settled on our little hillside paradise we listen to coyotes in the evening, dove and quail in the morning. Deer feed on the fruit that fall from the plum and peach trees. Squirrels and birds feast on the ripening cherries. Ducks, geese and pelicans dot the pounds and a nearby river. Two-hundred-foot waterfalls roar a few miles away, not quite the mile wide, three-hundred-foot Victoria Falls, but impressive just the same.

Honey, this more settled retired life may not have the same thrills as our African wedding and honeymoon, (See The Lion Sleeps Tonight - I hope! and African Wedding and Honeymoon), but no matter where we are life is an adventurous paradise as long as I am with you.

Happy Anniversary.