We could be a CELEBRATION! We could be a WHOLE PARADE!
Nine years ago today, Mr. Bill and I got married!
I think it was the hottest day of 2000. I wore my mom's dress, which she made for her wedding. We got married in the church where Mr. Bill's parents tied the knot. We played the Medal Ceremony/Main Theme from Star Wars as our recessional. The pixies (ages eight and six) had to have their hair artfully curled before performing their duties as flower girls because they'd tried to give themselves haircuts the night before. The cake had a layer of fresh strawberries in the middle, which I dug out with my fork and ate before the rest of my slice. Mr. Bill gave me a piggy-back ride for the camera. My brother complained about having to wear a tuxedo and my sister got into a tooth-and-nail wrestling match with one of her best friends over the bouquet. Our friends silly-stringed my car, filled it with pink packing peanuts, and put a "Just Married" banner of Han Solo kissing Princess Leia on the back. I got hugged by about a million people I didn't know, most of whom were related to my new husband in some way.
It was a pretty good day, the wretched heat notwithstanding. Mr. Bill and I had dinner at Ruby's when it was all over (hot dog, hamburger, basket of fries , giant chocolate-and-peanut-butter shake). Then we crawled into bed and slept for fourteen hours straight. Getting married is nice but exhausting. Being married has been just as nice if not nicer, but less tiring, which is something I appreciate a great deal.
Happy anniversary, Mr. Bill! To you I say "WUV"!
I think it was the hottest day of 2000. I wore my mom's dress, which she made for her wedding. We got married in the church where Mr. Bill's parents tied the knot. We played the Medal Ceremony/Main Theme from Star Wars as our recessional. The pixies (ages eight and six) had to have their hair artfully curled before performing their duties as flower girls because they'd tried to give themselves haircuts the night before. The cake had a layer of fresh strawberries in the middle, which I dug out with my fork and ate before the rest of my slice. Mr. Bill gave me a piggy-back ride for the camera. My brother complained about having to wear a tuxedo and my sister got into a tooth-and-nail wrestling match with one of her best friends over the bouquet. Our friends silly-stringed my car, filled it with pink packing peanuts, and put a "Just Married" banner of Han Solo kissing Princess Leia on the back. I got hugged by about a million people I didn't know, most of whom were related to my new husband in some way.
It was a pretty good day, the wretched heat notwithstanding. Mr. Bill and I had dinner at Ruby's when it was all over (hot dog, hamburger, basket of fries , giant chocolate-and-peanut-butter shake). Then we crawled into bed and slept for fourteen hours straight. Getting married is nice but exhausting. Being married has been just as nice if not nicer, but less tiring, which is something I appreciate a great deal.
Happy anniversary, Mr. Bill! To you I say "WUV"!