Dear Mama and Pater
I am hoping my letter finds you well and that the busyness of spring has been lessened for you. While my lovely Del and I are most sorry that were not able to be being with us on our most important day, we are understanding that this is Pater's most busy Spring in many years. Now that Dr. Pitr has done his retirement, Pater is the only doctor of veternary in the county until brother Thorran be finishing his university in Valadsimslad. With as generous as the sheeps and the cows and the horses are to be being this spring, Pater is without doubts "having his hands full" as my friend Trevor does say.
I have been keeping my hands most full with my work as well. I know I have been mentioning before how I did develop a great love for the ocean and the fishes while I was working upon the Lulzipawp. My love of the blue is being apparent in my working.
And my dedication to the marine lifes has been impressing my employers at my employment. Just as the winter did begin here I was given the promotion to become Joe the Master of Dives. This is indeed a most auspicious move in the terms of my employment, as not all of those with whom I work have the skills to be coordinating the diving of our peers. More so, did I so excel in the mastering of the divers that...
... my employer soon was to be promoting me to a most exciting position. For a short while I served as a demolitionist of the underwater variety. I say a short while because as the last of the winter was fading...
...I found myself most proudly bearing the title of Marine Biologist. This new position did be coming with a significant bonus, which I did quickly squirrel away for my forthcoming ceremony of marriage.
I had been working many the long hours so I could be affording to be taking my lovely Del as my wife and I was finding the stress to be tolling much upon me. Things a simple as an overturned dustbin were incidents most annoying and frustrating to me. Daily when I returned from work I found my can up on the ground and the refuse spilled from within, smelling much worse than the chum I had been cutting when I had been Joe the Chummer of Fish.
Then in the spring when the new life was blooming upon the lands, during a rainstorm my beloved wagon was stuck by the lightning and burst into the flames. My sheeps which are probably sheepsdogs were most traumatized by the resulting fire and I was most glad when the Baskerville volunteer fire department and weenie roast club appeared to be swiftly ending the inferno raging upon my home.
As the day for my wedding to my beloved Del drew close, my wits were near to their end as I was most certain that something terrible would be happening upon the day.
Finally the day did dawn, and with deep breath I did don my wedding fineries and offer a heartfelt prayer to our family patron, St. Hubbins, beseeching him for courage and asking that things be going right today.
While I was cladding myself my faithful sheep which is probably a sheepsdog, Leicester, did find the villain who had been rudely upturning my dustbin and chased him ruthlessly from the yard.
The wedding of my lovely Del and I was to be outside, and I had arranged for a rental agency to be bringing over everything we would be needing, including a bar and a bartendress to be offering the drinks from it. As I left the safety of my snug wagonhome, I discovered that we had indeed blessed been and the day was warm and sunny with no hinting of rain.
Shortly my friends were all arriving for the ceremony and reception...
And my beloved Del was with them, beautiful in her wedding attire. I swear that every time I do see her I fall more in love with her.
The view across the waters from my land was most breathtaking and some of our friends did pause to marvel at the sight, while others took quickly to the dancing and enjoying of the festivities.
I did catch an almost sad and pensive look up on the brow of my adorable Del, and I asked her what preyed up on her minds. She quietly told me then that never in her dreams had she pictured she would have such a ceremony with so many friends in attendance.
I knew from our talkings that my poor Del had grown up as a solo child, with her father as her only parent. As he was a scientist, things were often most cold, logical, and analytical in their house and my Del confessed that she often keenly missed the warmth which is coming with family.
I promised my Del then that our family would be most different from the family she grew up in, and that her children could be having as many brothers and sisters as my kind hearted Del wished them to have (although I am not for certain where we will be putting them all)
My Del did tell me that those were the kindest and most generous words that any man had ever to been saying to her and she is most happy that she did meet and fall in love with me.
Have I mentioned that every time I see my Del and every time she smiles at me, I do be falling more deeply in love with her?
My heart explodes with happiness that she did agree to be my wife.
Our friends did stand and cheer when we were announced as the Mr and Mrs Shmeau. May the future hold many generations of Shmeaus for us.
I was most happy to be seeing the sad look gone from my beloved Del's face, and her smile did brighten everything around us.
We did pose for one more picture for the photographer and then began to be starting the receptions.
Our friends could not wait to resume their dancing (and indeed I do think some did dance through the ceremony)
My good friend and best man Trevor did display to us his many talents upon the dance floor.
We did be questioning the dancing prowess of several of our other friends, however.
After the dancing we did the cutting of the wedding cake, which my good friend Mr Gilbert had made as a gift for our ceremony.
My Del was most animated and cheerful the entire reception, talking with all who were there and even asking passers-by from the street to stop in and have a slice of cake. My Del has such a generous soul.
Afterwards we enjoyed a wedding dance of more traditional type as our guests were doing the mingling
The photographer was kind enough to be taking a shot of my land, so you can be seeing my wagonhome and my beautiful view of the waters.
Our lovely ceremony of marriage and reception was over far sooner than I expected, and our transportation to the aeroporte was honking on arrival. My careful saving had allowed my Del and I to be taking a honeymoon trip, and my adventurous Del had wanted a trip to visit Takemizu. I will be telling you more of our trip in my letter.
You loving son and daughter
Joe and Del
