On Tuesday, my husband and I will celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary, so in response to the Flashback Friday on Christopher and Tia, I dug out our wedding album. The photo above is the cover, and yes, those are our hands and my bouquet. It was silk flowers, so I probably still have it here somewhere.
Here we are, posed up at the altar. We were married at a house of all faiths, a cute little place out in the country where I had flown up from Brownies to Girl Scouts. I was a little shocked at how much the place had shrunk since I was 10 when I went back to reserve it for the wedding. In my fantasy world the place was a palace. Anyway, it was very cute, and there was a covered bridge outside, but it was a bit cold to enjoy it that day.
Remember, this was 1984, back when wedding dresses had sleeves and sometimes even a high collar. I watch that show "Say Yes to the Dress", and I do not think anything in that whole store has sleeves. Brides with shoulders as broad as mine need sleeves. Maybe not huge puffy sleeves, but this was 1984, people! Sometimes I watch that show and wish someone would tell some of those girls that not everyone can wear that tightly fitted sleeveless style. My mom made me this dress and it was fabulous. She made the veil, too. No one would sell us the veil unless we bought the dress from them. Mom had to borrow a friends house to cut out the dress, because she had so much fabric and our house was not deep enough to unfold it all. There were something like 72 buttons, and my dad breathed a sigh of relief when Mom bought them precovered- he was usually her go to guy for covering buttons. I remember sitting in the dining room one weekend and Mom and I sewing on sequins. The enameled pin on the neckline is a family heirloom, I think my great grandfather gave it to my great grandmother. (I better ask my mom and write that down somewhere!)
Here we are making our getaway, but really we were just leaving the church and still had our reception to go. Our reception was evidently quite the party, since 25 years later, people still occasionally tell me so.
Anyway, Happy Anniversary, Honey, and here's hoping our next 25 years together are as wonderful as the first!