Back in college, I think I told every guy on whom I had a crush that I wanted to be married on September 19. When my now husband called me late in the night on September 9, 2001 and asked if we could really "do it in a year"? I said, "Of course." And after a few more minutes, called my mother to tell her the good news. Not until after the wedding -- a year and ten days later -- did he tell me that he was really proposing when he asked that question...
I think after a decade he's happy that I thought he was, though. On our first anniversary he put on a tuxedo and met me at the door after work with a red rose and a bottle of champagne. I think we may have gone out to dinner a little later. He would remember better than I. My best memory of the evening was my first sight of him as I came home, though.
We spent the day together today. Nothing big... kids off to school (thank you teachers for returning to work for my anniversary!). The first was early and easy; the second one was more difficult -- lots of "I don't want to go to school." Then, we had a couple of hours to ourselves, including a walk to pick up Thai food for dinner (love that tofu!). We spent the evening at home, but after 10 years it was time to try the wedding clothes. I'm sad to say I don't quite fit in my dress anymore... Pregnancy caused me to lose some much needed fat in certain places.
|September 19, 2012|
The lighting is bad in the current one, but we may try again in the daylight tomorrow. The shrug I wore at the wedding began to yellow a few years ago, so I had to throw it out to protect the dress. Hummingbird has asked to wear it at her wedding, so I definitely need to keep it nice.