I remember it like it was yesterday. Our wedding wasn’t until 7:00 that night, which gave the uncommon cold front plenty of time to journey down to Central Texas. After having my nails, hair and make-up done, I arrived at the church for the final segment that was sure to transform me into a princess. That is until I looked VERY CLOSELY at my hair in the mirror. I say this because I’m fairly certain that the hairdresser was staring at a picture of Princess Leia while she was creating my “up-do”
. You see what I’m talking about now, don’t you? lol
Chris and I chose to see one another before our wedding ceremony. While it’s becoming a more common practice now, in 1993 it was very atypical. Chris was waiting for me in the sanctuary of my home church. As I entered, the photographer caught a glimpse of his face. I think he was pleased 🙂
It’s been 15 amazingly, horrible yet absolutely tumultuously wonderful years. Did that make sense?
I love him more today than I did when I was first smitten with him. He makes me laugh like no other. I still get tingly inside when he holds my hand while he’s driving the car. I love to get his sappy, sweet text messages that are for my eyes only. Ahem.
Mmmmm. Love that man ‘o mine.
Happy 15th anniversary, baby. I hope your flight is on time from Phoenix today. Or I just might get bitter 🙂