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Raise a glass—or ten

July 28, 2017 by Beth Shepherd

Wedding Ten years ago on my wedding day, I sat on a bar stool with a friend at Eleven Winery on Bainbridge Island and raised a glass of wine in honor of my last hours as a single girl. If you’ve been a faithful reader, you know what happened next. My friend’s cell phone rang. She got a distressed look on her face and “What should I tell Beth?” was what I heard her say until she got off the phone and told me our wedding officiate had been in a car accident, was on medication, and would be unable to take the ferry over from Seattle and perform our ceremony.

Sarah, one of the winery’s owners, offered me another glass of “whatever I wanted.” Then she crafted an email which quite literally saved our wedding. She posted a note on IslandMoms, a Bainbridge chat group, which read Urgent! Officiate needed in 3 hours. Miraculously, a guardian angel (Debbi!) responded to Sarah’s post, just in the nick of time, and made it to Morgan Hill Retreat where our ceremony would be held.

I’ve told this story ten times now and each time it boggles my mind. A trifecta of trouble! Six months before our wedding, the site where we’d planned to hold our ceremony and host our family cancelled due to a rarely used city ordinance pertaining to hosting events at a B&B. Then, only a month out from our wedding day, the B&B where we’d hoped to spend our wedding night cancelled when they suddenly decided to get out of the business. And on top of it all—this!

Despite the obstacles, our ceremony was lovely indeed. Afterwards we went for a row in the little boat (with only one oar–oh the irony), on the tiny pond, beside the cedar tree under which we stood as we said our vows. Inside the boat was a bottle of champagne. We raised a glass and toasted—to us—because we were married. Well…not quite.one oar

You see our former officiate—the one who never made the wedding—also had our wedding license in her possession and we weren’t officially Mr. and Mrs. until that piece of paper was signed. For whatever reason, she was not answering her phone. In fact, she’d blocked all incoming calls.

We left for our honeymoon two days later and raised a few more glasses as we made our way from Florence, Oregon up the Oregon coast, stopping at wineries along the way, collecting bottles to be opened on our first anniversary and all our anniversaries leading to this one, our tenth.

Returning home to Seattle we got the news our wedding license was no where to be found, which meant we had to visit the court house one more time and ask for our license to be reissued. The clerk was in disbelief as we shared our tale. He said it was “the second worst wedding story he’d ever heard.” License in hand we took the ferry back to Bainbridge and met Debbi at Eleven Winery, my wedding gown stuffed into a backpack. What a relief to finally sign our license! Then we raised a glass to celebrate. We were now husband and wife. For real. If you look at our wedding license, it reads “joined in lawful wedlock on the 28th of July” and “witnessed on the 11th of August!”Marriage vows

When you take vows of marriage you make big promises to do all sorts of really important things. To be faithful. To be there for each other in sickness and health. To stand by each other for richer or poorer. But in that moment there’s no way to foretell the years to follow, no way to know if you’ll keep your vows, continue to love and cherish each other, or what fortune and misfortune you will face as a couple.

Over the past decade, we’ve had some wonderful adventures. Trips to China, Tibet, Baja, Hawaii, Paris, Amsterdam and London. The discovery of pursuits we enjoy (photography!). We’ve hiked and dined and explored. There’s been a lot of love, and we’ve each learned a lot about ourselves and each other.

Of course we’ve also had our share of hardship. Two close friends, two beloved cats, two of our parents, and one sibling have all passed away. There has been pain, literally, confronting bodies that age in unforeseeable ways. And let’s not forget major life transitions, like parenthood, that unfold unpredictably. Raising our daughter, an adopted child with unanticipated special needs, has brought its own set of challenges, challenges we never imagined when we took our first steps as husband and wife.

We’ve survived living in our dining room for four months with one elderly cat and without a working shower while our house was being remodeled, and endured enormous grief when our first attempt to adopt fell  through at the last moment. When we said ‘I do,’ I know neither of us imagined the entirety of what we just signed up for!

Our marriage has been tested and tromped on, yet here we are ten years later. Together for better and worse.

Today, on our tenth anniversary, I will raise a glass to my husband, a good man who has stood by me and his commitments, even though I know there have been plenty of times when he sure wished he were somewhere else. And you can bet I’ll be raising a glass to us, to our marriage, to who we’ve become. As my husband has said on more than one occasion: We are a force to be reckoned with!

Here’s to ten years!

July 28, 2007-July 28, 2017wedding

It’s all about the journey,

Beth

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The BIG LEAP: Anniversaries and Adventures

January 9, 2016 by Beth Shepherd

Beth and Joel by Lake Union for the Leap Year

On January 9, 2005, I took a huge leap. I drove over to the house of a guy I’d never met. Together we boarded a ferry and headed to Bainbridge Island. Wine tasting, several hours of getting to know each other and one dinner later, I was hooked! Thus began our grand adventure.

Here we are–eleven years, many journeys and one adopted daughter–on the anniversary of our first date, the beginning of a new year and a LEAP YEAR at that. Perfect timing for a BIG announcement.

I’m getting my OWN WEBSITE!

You’ll (soon) be able to find Pampers and Paklava at: www.pamperspaklava.com

Yep. I’m hitting the virtual road with a new blog and website. How cool is that? Official announcement once my site is up and running. Stay tuned!

Beth and Joel by Lake UnionHappy Anniversary to me and the Mr.

Here’s to a year of leaps and adventures!

Take the road less traveled, Beth

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And a shout out to Wee One Photography for the great photos!

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Pampers and Pakhlava: 6th Anniversary!

April 17, 2015 by Beth Shepherd

How did I manage to miss my blog anniversary?! Six years ago, I decided to BE BOLD and launched myself into the blogosphere with Pampers and Pakhlava. On April 13, 2009, in my first post, From here to there, I talked about the decision process my husband and I went through when we chose to pursue international adoption, from Armenia.

6 year blog anniversary

My second post, Where the heck is Armenia, tells the story of finding myself in Elliott Bay Book Company, trying to get my hands on a book about Armenia. I wanted to learn more about the country, its people and culture, but the salesperson had no clue where Armenia was.

Here I am six years later, still blogging and–lucky me–people are still reading. Lots of people, in fact, because my blog has consistently been one of the top five for traffic on Wanderlust and Lipstick, a hugely successful travel website. So a big shout out to my readers: Thank you!

Since those initial posts, I have traveled. Oh have I traveled, in the literal and metaphorical sense. I’ve now visited Armenia five times, along with trips to France, England, Netherlands, China, Tibet, Kauai, Colorado, Baja California. I love to travel and only wish I could do more.

And I’m a mom! When I started Pampers and Pakhlava, not only did I have a lot to learn about Armenia, I had a lot to learn about ‘pampers.’ Changing that first diaper, in a Yerevan apartment is an experience Big Papa and I will never forget.

Aside from travel and parenthood, two reasons I started my blog were to have the opportunity–and inspiration–to write more and take more photographs. This post is number 590! So a second shout out to Beth Whitman who believed in the power of my story and took a chance on me.

Happy Sixth Anniversary Pampers and Pakhlava!

May there be more stories and more photos to share. And may there be more travel!

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Take the road less traveled, Beth

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Toast to a heron

July 28, 2014 by Beth Shepherd

Jake Hose--A toast to the heronA toast to the heron:  Photo of artwork used with permission, Jake Hose

Seven years ago, Big Papa and I got married. This fact, in and of itself, is truly something to marvel at. Because–we nearly didn’t.

Our first wedding venue cancelled six months prior to the wedding. Next, a month before the wedding, the B&B where we planned to spend our wedding night also cancelled, telling us they had decided to close their business. And then, the trifecta of all trifectas–our officiate cancelled a mere three hours before we were scheduled to say “I do.” It certainly felt like the world was conspiring against us.

But sometimes the universe works in mysterious ways. As luck would have it, the bad news was delivered while I sat in Eleven Winery’s Bainbridge Island tasting room. The winemaker’s wife, Sarah, was working that day, and she was a member of IslandMoms, an online community for Bainbridge Island moms. Quickly she posted: URGENT! Officiate needed.

Fate was on our side, and we received a response to our post. The respondent was a new member to IslandMoms and had been reading through posts as she soaked her feet following a long, tiring day of political canvassing. She had performed only one wedding before ours, for a co-worker, but she was licensed as a minister with the Universal Life Church. She could marry us!

With less than thirty minutes to spare, Debbie, our new officiate magically appeared.  Forty-eight close friends and family members were able to watch us become husband and wife. Plus one additional, uninvited, guest.

Just as we began our ceremony, a young blue heron flew in and seated himself in a log chair nearby. He sat there until we kissed and then he flew away.

What an auspicious guest. In Native American lore, the heron embodies wisdom and patience.  Supremely capable at fishing and hunting, the Iroquois felt that the sight of one before a hunt was a very good omen for success.

Whether he flew in as a representative of those dear to us who weren’t able to attend our wedding, or the spirit of loved ones who were no longer with us, I will forever interpret his presence as a good omen for the success of our marriage.

Our heronPhoto by Marcia Breece

After the ceremony, we spent our first minutes together floating in a boat in the pond. We sipped champagne and toasted our good fortune–after all that we were married. Even though our rowboat was short one oar, we didn’t have a care in the world.

Happy 7th Anniversary to us!

Toast in the rowboat after the weddingPhoto by Rebecca Sullivan

Take the road less traveled, Beth

 

–And a heartfelt thank you to Elegant Garden Design  for the lovely heron who will grace our garden…and for the touching gift tucked in with him.

Filed Under: Photography Tagged With: anniversary, Elegant Garden Design, Eleven Winery, heron, Jake Hose, Rebecca Sullivan

Pampers and Pakhlava turns four!

April 30, 2013 by Beth Shepherd

“When I am writing, my problems become invisible, and I am the same person I always was. All is well. I am as I should be.”

~Roger Ebert

Four candles in a cupcake

Dear readers,

April has nearly come and gone without a post to celebrate the 4th anniversary of my blog. On April 13, 2009, Pampers and Pakhlava went live. Today’s post marks the 382nd time I’ve hit the “Publish” button. With an estimated average of 400 words per post, I’ve written over 152,800 words! When I started this blog, one of my personal goals was to write more. I am happy to report: writing has become a  habit.

I also wanted my blog to offer readers a peek into a tiny country, Armenia, located in the Caucasus region of the world, where Europe borders Asia. I admit I had a certain bias, because Armenia was the country where my husband and I hoped to adopt a child. Four years since Pampers and Pakhlava first appeared on the web, “Where is Armenia?” is one of the most consistently searched for key word phrases on Wanderlust and Lipstick , the website my blog calls home. Lucky me to be a blogger on one of the most heavily trafficked women’s travel sites that provides inspiration and information for and by women!

Of course, the “pampers” in my title refers to one of the biggest goals I’ve had in my life: become a mom. Getting there, however, did not play out–in any way, shape, or form–as I imagined it would. The journey began much later in life than I ever expected, took more years than I envisioned, and involved countless hurdles that were unforeseen. But get there I did–we did. With Big Papa by my side, and now with Baby Bird as our sidekick, we are a family!

Just like my blog bio says: “Some might fend off a mid-life crisis by leaving the comforts of their corporate salary to jet off to a deserted island. Others might buy a Jaguar. I’ve chosen to dive head-long into my 50s and beyond by becoming a first-time parent. I’ve traveled halfway around the world (several times) before adopting my daughter, and now I share my musings about life with a toddler in the Pacific Northwest.”

Admittedly, my path in life has been anything but predictable, smooth or on schedule. And while this has caused me a fair bit of angst, finding myself  on unexpected and unfamiliar terrain has also made me the person I am today. With every curve in the road comes a greater understanding of the world I live in, the people who share it with me, and–most importantly–myself.

Take the road less traveled,

Beth

Filed Under: Miscellaneous Tagged With: 4, anniversary, blog, Roger Ebert, Take the road less traveled, writing

The first mile

January 9, 2013 by Beth Shepherd

1905Eight years ago on 1-9-05, Seattle lay under a light blanket of snow and I got into my car and drove the mile between my apartment and Big Papa’s house for our first get-together. Over the previous week, we’d exchanged a few emails after meeting on an online dating site, but this was our first official, in-person date. Our plan was to take the ferry to Bainbridge Island and go wine tasting at the island’s sole winery (how times have changed).

His house number: 1905. Yes, you read that right. Our first date matched the number on his (now our) house.

I felt nervous and apprehensive. I was about to spend a few hours, stuck on a boat with a guy I didn’t know. If my previous online dating experiences foretold the future, those few hours weren’t going to lead to anything more.  Some months later, Big Papa divulged he’d been thinking the exact same thing, “Why waste a perfectly good Sunday afternoon on a date that goes nowhere.”

Thankfully, neither of us changed our mind. We took the proverbial plunge and headed across Puget Sound on our first trip together. That trip led to another and another and another.

When I reminisce about that day, I remember exactly how I felt and how I couldn’t envision that I might live the life I have now, eight years later. Big Papa and I have traveled far together, literally and metaphorically.  We’ve been to nearby destinations like Walla Walla, Willamette Valley and the San Juan Islands. We’ve traveled to farther flung locales too: China and Tibet, Canada, California, Hawaii and Mexico. We’ve traveled cross-country on numerous occasions to visit with family. On one trip we moved his mother into a memory care facility in Pittsburgh and on another (infamous) trip we flew my father from Ocala, Florida to live near us in Seattle. And, most memorably, we’ve traveled half-way around the world four times (five for me) on our journey to adopt, before finally coming home with our daughter.

There have been a few trips I wish we hadn’t had to make, but just as many I can’t imagine not having taken. And I hope there’s more travel in our future (I dream of much more, but I have a bigger wanderlust than Big Papa).

Yet for all the places we’ve been and all the places I want to go, there is nothing like coming home and pulling up to our little yellow house with its number, 1905, trailing down our door jamb.

“No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.”

~Lin Yutang

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As long as we both shall live

July 28, 2010 by Beth Shepherd

Weddings are momentous occasions. Two people begin their lives together. Sacred vows are shared before a community of loved ones and friends. A commitment is made to honor and care for one another for a lifetime: through sickness or health, for richer or poorer.

wedding vowsBig Papa and I said our vows to each other merely three years ago. At 48, and marrying for the first time, I could hardly be described as young or naïve. I’d been around the block enough times to know that life can throw some serious curveballs that test one’s mettle much less a relationship.

I’d seen my own parents’ marriage dissolve amidst larger-than-life crises: a husband paralyzed by a stroke and a daughter who had cancer twice as a child. Even the best of relationships sometimes break under strain.

Yet I also knew relationships that withstood gale force winds and came through on the other side even stronger than before. So as we prepared for our wedding, we chose two couples, whose relationship we admired, to say a few words and offer wisdom that we could draw on when times got tough.

I asked my closest childhood friend, Dee, and her husband Gaylen. They had been married nineteen years and Dee had been through a first bout and now a recurrence of breast cancer. Big Papa asked Bill and Pat, whom he’d known for six years. Bill had served on the same WWII ship that Big Papa’s father also served on. Bill and Pat had been married for 63 years.

As it turned out, neither couple was able to be there with us as we said “I do.”  Dee and Pat were each struggling with illness and a cross-country trip was out of the question.  But, they were there with us in spirit.

Something borrowedShortly after they each called to let us know they’d be absent, a package arrived from Dee. In it, was a small antique pin that Dee’s mother had given her. Dee told me she wanted me to have it to wear on my wedding day.

A few weeks later we received two letters, first one from Pat and then one from Bill. Pat shared letters with us that she’d written to Bill over the years: one from the days when he was away at sea and she was waiting for him to return and another where she wrote to Bill describing some of the challenges they’d been through together over their many years of marriage and how they’d managed to overcome them. Bill’s letter offered wisdom and support, along with a few tips of things he and Pat had done over the years to ‘hold tight’ when their spirits sagged.

On the night before we got married, Dee called me to personally relay her best wishes and ask if she could send an email with a note she and Gaylen had written for us to read during our ceremony. Big Papa and I gathered up these words from our friends to share with each other and our guests on our wedding day.

And what a day it was! We’d already managed to find a new location to hold our ceremony when our original site canceled some six months before. A second B&B was lined up for our first night together as a married couple when the B&B where we’d intended to stay announced they were going out of business, just two months before our day. But when our officiant called Big Papa to say she wouldn’t be there to pronounce us man and wife just three hours before the ceremony…well, you can imagine that we were already putting the “through good times and bad” to the test.

joyIt’s fair to say that in the process of getting married, we ran into a few catastrophes. And yet, miracles happened too, not the least of which was that a post, “Urgent! Officiant needed!” placed on IslandMoms, an internet chat group, turned up Debbi, the just-right-for-us officiant who made it to lovely Morgan Hill Retreat with minutes to spare. Lo and behold Big Papa and I became Mr. and Mrs.

Three years later we’ve experienced our share of trials and tribulations. We moved my elderly disabled father across the country two months before our wedding and overseeing his care (and him) has not been easy. Our adoption journey has been the source of many spirited and dispirited moments along with some pretty significant stress. My dear friend Dee passed away as did my beloved, nearly 18-year-old cat, Madison. We powered through a home remodel where we lived in one room and didn’t have a shower for four months. Our car was totaled in front of our house. And yes, like most couples, we’ve had your typical run-of-the-mill arguments.

In equal measure, we can lay claim to hours of sheer joy and days filled with playfulness, wonder and deep abiding love. Adventures to beautiful places both near and far have been ours: Tibet, Armenia, Willamette Valley and the California coast. Our home, the Urban Cabin, is now filled with light and a peaceful green oasis greets us outside our back door. We have enjoyed many amazing meals – some with food grown by our two hands and wine discovered on trips through the Pacific Northwest. Our understanding of ourselves and each other has improved by leaps and bounds and together we’ve tackled challenges and worked toward achieving our dreams.

Isn’t this what relationships, marriage – and life – are all about? You take the highs with the lows and the good with the bad. Things don’t always go the way you expect or happen in the time frame you might want. Then again, sometimes they do. “Life is what happens to us while we are making other plans.”

Truly, it’s the marriage, not the wedding that that those vows are really all about: the day in and day out meandering along in the world, looking out towards the future, remembering the past and enjoying the here and now.

I can almost hear Bill encouraging us to hold hands each night and try not to go to sleep angry with each other. I can see the images described in Pat’s letter: how sweet Bill is when he brings her coffee first thing each morning and how he stood by her during a long bout of depression.

I doLast night Big Papa and I sat together on the antique park bench we bought in honor of our third anniversary. I nestled my head against his shoulder and remembered a story Dee told me about being stuck with Gaylen inside their home for several days during a long snowstorm. Sitting next to each other on the sofa, she said, “It’s a good thing we like each other.”

When we exchanged marriage vows, I hoped that – on the balance – “health” would outweigh “sickness” and “good” would be more prevalent than “bad.” I still do. But no matter where the road may take us, I believe in the vows we said to each other and I believe in us.

…It will not always be smooth sailing; your relationship will be challenged.  But in our experience, the process of weathering these storms will only serve to deepen and enrich the feelings that originally brought you together.

~excerpt from Dee and Gaylen’s wedding blessing

Happy Anniversary Big Papa! How lucky am I to travel through time with you by my side.

Filed Under: Family, Friendship Tagged With: anniversary, IslandMoms, Marriage, Morgan Hill Retreat, relationship, vows, wedding

Five years and a facelift

January 9, 2010 by Beth Shepherd

What a difference five years can make in a life. On 1-9-05 I was a single girl. I’d been single a long time. On this cold and unusually snowy Seattle Sunday, my first date with Big Papa was on the calendar. We’d arranged for me to pick him up and drive to the Bainbridge Island Ferry terminal where we’d take the ferry over to the island, do a bit of wine tasting at the Bainbridge Island Winery and see if there was any chemistry between us.

House front

There was and five years later, his home is now our home. It is an amazing irony that our home number is 1905, the same numbers as the date we first met. I’d like to think we were meant to be.

In this short period of time, we’ve been through a lot. We’ve enjoyed many wonderful, amazing experiences together along with our share of trials and tribulations. Becoming a twosome past forty-something (though first marriages for us both) brings a different set of adjustments in making a life together than getting hitched in one’s twenties.

Big Papa now sports a beard. My hair is longer. We’ve both got more lines in our faces.

We moved my father from Florida to Seattle and he lives in nearby in an assisted living facility (having him here has brought its own set of challenges); two beloved cats have passed away (Joel’s Cleo and my Madison). We’re on the path to adopt a child.

Our tiny, old (circa 1898) house, lovingly known as ‘The Urban Cabin,’ has undergone some changes recently too. We added 150 square feet to the back of the house, moved the laundry upstairs (it used to be in our dirt floor basement), refaced the kitchen cabinets and fir floors, put on a new deck and opened up the back with lots of windows and light. It’s the same house, but with its face lift, it sure feels different.

This afternoon the Urban Cabin will fill with friends to celebrate two occasions, our five years together and our “new and improved” digs. As I look around, my world has changed in so many remarkable ways, both literally and figuratively.

CelebratingNo matter how tough times have gotten in the past five years, I count my blessings to be where I am, in the Urban Cabin with Big Papa by my side. Being together makes this house a home and adds riches beyond words to both our lives.

Filed Under: Adoption, Family Tagged With: anniversary, Bainbridge Island, celebration, home, House, Urban Cabin

Some might fend off a mid-life crisis by leaving the comforts of their corporate salary to jet off to a deserted island. Others might buy a Jaguar. I’ve chosen to dive head-long into my 50s and beyond by becoming a first-time parent. At any given moment you might find me holding a camera, a spade, a spatula or a suitcase. Or my little girl's hand. Adopted from Armenia, she puts the Pampers and Paklava into my life.

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