I’ve always believed in true love. Some of my earliest memories are of watching disney movies and day dreaming about a prince of my very own.
I actually went through a stage (although I can’t remember how young I was) where I would cover my eyes whenever people on TV would kiss. I don’t know what was wrong with me, but I’m over it now. Bring on the kisses!
I still adore Disney movies, love stories, and classic movies. They don’t make ‘em like they used to.
Monday will be my 7th wedding anniversary. I honestly don’t know where the time went. I can remember the day as if it were yesterday.
The ceremony took place at the end of a rose petal covered aisle in my grandmother’s front yard. Wild butterflies made themselves at home on the surrounding Lantana bushes. Bumble bees also helped us celebrate by sucking every last bit of pollen from the flower arrangements, although I admit I was mildly worried as DH is allergic to bees.
It rained the whole week right up until about noon on the day of the rehersal. I was a little worried about that whole rain situation too. Outdoor wedding and all. But the rain really refreshed all the gardens. And the day dawned picture perfect. Beautiful weather. We had a cocktail hour, took lots of photos, and then ate a fabulous dinner under a tent in the side yard. There was dancing, laughter, lots of smiles. Oh, and cake. Wonderful cake.
Everyone I know can’t remember their wedding. I remember every single detail.
Mostly I remember my husband. I remember that in 7 minutes I changed my name to Anderson (from Z to A in 7 minutes, not bad!) and became his wife. I remember the look in his eyes, the way he held my hand, the laughter we shared when accidentally broke the ancient dinner bell in front of grandmother’s house. Evidentily, we yanked the cord just a little to hard and the handle snapped, but there’s no doubt that everyone for a mile or so heard the bell signifying our wedding.
And when the wedding was over, the partying through, and it was time to head home together for the first time as man and wife, it began to rain again. God, mother nature, and perhaps even Aphrodite herself gave us a 36 hour window to have the most beautiful wedding ever.
That day really did set the tone for our marriage. Every day since then has been blissful and filled with love. When I hear people say that marriage is work, I think that maybe they’ve got that all wrong. Marriage isn’t work. Love isn’t hard. Remaining in love is easy when it’s true.
Which is why I believe in romance and wish true love for everyone.
Happy 7th Anniversary sweetie. Thanks for marrying me. I love you!
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