|I wore my mother's dress|
The day before the wedding it rained. It rained and rained and rained. The pouring buckets sort of rain that Los Angeles gets on occasion. Not exactly what we had planned for the ceremony we had spent months imagining. But what are you going to do? The setting of the ceremony wasn't the point. The point was gathering with all these people we loved and getting the hell married already. So we staked out a new ceremony plan inside in the boring space where the dinner was to be held, did the rehearsal, and went on our way, determined to stay on point--the real point.
I woke up to sun the day of my wedding. The rain became a footnote in the Wedding Story, one of oh so many things that didn't go quite as planned that weekend. We laughed a lot that day.
|Holy cannoli, we look so young|
All that to say, in a strange and roundabout way, happy tenth anniversary to you, T.