Many of Runaway Boomer’s readers are already aware via Facebook that Ron and I celebrated our 20th Wedding Anniversary yesterday. And we celebrated in style! When considering our options, we talked about spending several nights in Phoenix or Las Vegas, playing golf, and having a nice dinner. However, it seemed unnecessary to spend money for travel and a hotel when we live in a resort community in Prescott. Talking Rock Ranch has all we wanted – golf, fine dining, and a nice place to stay (our own home).
We started our special day with a quick breakfast and coffee at Coop’s, Talking Rock’s little convenience store and gathering place. Then we headed for the driving range to warm up for a round of golf. The weather was warm and clear, and we enjoyed the company of one of our good friends on the course. For dinner, Talking Rock’s Chef Richard Saldivar treated us to a menu customized to our request. It began with a beautiful salad of fresh greens, apple, poached pear, candied walnuts and goat cheese. The main course was Surf & Turf; small filets perfectly grilled and sweet lobster with melted butter, served over creamed spinach. Dessert was beautiful (see picture below). Fresh raspberries and strawberries were nestled in puff pastry with a creamy filling. (Yes, we’re going to the fitness center today…)
As much as we enjoyed our meal, the best part of the evening was all the congratulations and best wishes from the staff at Talking Rock (like family), and the many friends who stopped by our table to chat. Once again, the warmth of our adopted community added a unique glow to our experience.
So we’ve been married for 20 years, but Ron often amends that to “20 + 8”, since we met in 1983 and dated for 8 years before wedding. He feels he should get at least partial credit for the 8 years, and I must agree. We have shared half of our lives together thus far, and look forward to many more years of love and companionship.
We extend our sincere thanks to all of our friends for being part of our lives and sharing our happiness.
