Eight years ago today, about right now, I was sipping champagne, getting my hair fixed for my wedding. I was staring out the window, fervently hoping it would stop raining.
Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter for the other.
Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be warmth to the other.
Now there will be no loneliness, for each of you will be companion to the other.
Now you are two persons, but there is only one life before you.
May beauty surround you both in the journey ahead and through all the years,
May happiness be your companion and your days together be good and long upon the earth.
That was our wedding prayer.
And I ended up wading up the aisle, ankle deep in mud. Don't believe me?
I just dug out the box of shoes I wore. Right after the wedding, I put them away and never opened it again. They were never cleaned. This is 8 year old mud.
The ceremony was postponed for two hours while chairs were moved under a tent. They also decided to open the bar up beforehand. Which is why our videographer had duct tape stuck to his face and recorded ten minutes of trees while the wedding party walked down the aisle.
But despite the rain, the delays and the drunken guests, we managed to get married.
The umbrella was a common prop in our pictures...
My purty flowers...
Most likely threatening to throw me in the river. 'Cause he's romantic like that.
Happy Anniversary to me!