Four years, and six days ago I wore a white dress, and he wore a black tux, with a bow tie. My first glimpse of him came as I was walking across a flower-strewn field, towards a tent filled with friends and family members. He was smiling, with tears in his eyes, waiting by the alter… for me. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was breathtakingly handsome, and about to become all mine. Rings and vows and songs and tears and laughter, and we were suddenly husband and wife. After almost 6 years of being two people in love, we were one–a unit, wed in holy matrimony. It’s been quite a ride, baby, but I’ve loved every moment. Here’s to almost 10 years of love, and 4 years of marriage:
Last Thursday we celebrated together with a dinner at a little hole-in-the-wall Italian joint, and then went to a local park for some time together in the setting sun. We had a bigger celebration on Sunday, and a trip is in the works, but somehow you still can’t beat the simple pleasure of holding hands on a summer evening.
And while this has nothing to do with the rest of the post, I should mention that while on our little walk in the park, I found the perfect tree to climb, an activity that had found its way onto my summer bucket list. Not one to miss an opportunity, I shed my sandals and scrambled up that tree. I only had a couple moments of doubt (I don’t really like heights). The view was great from up there, but what I loved the most was watching my dearest love juggle my purse, shoes and camera, while laughing at the antics of his crazy wife. It was a good moment…
climb a tree
Come back tomorrow, because I have some big news to share!