This week was my 14th wedding anniversary. I can't believe we've been married that long. A few memories of my wedding day:
- I was so nervous after getting my nails done, I couldn't even touch my lunch. You know it was bad if I couldn't touch my lunch.
- It was really hot outside. I was sweating at the altar.
- I was late. Like thirty minutes late.
- Michael's auntie arrived a little late as well, and as I was about to walk down the aisle, she darted in front of us to find a seat and snap her camera in my face. Ahem.
- When my father and I stood at the door of the church, I took one look at all the eager, smiling faces and I backed right out so I could catch my breath. Everybody giggled.
- My husband was very emotional and cried and said the loveliest vows to me. I don't remember them, but they were beautiful words.
- My little brother Josh was crying hysterically, and my stepdad had to soothe him gently. And I have that on video.
- The reception was a blur.
- Someone stole my wallet. And the thief mailed it back to me (anonymously, of course) about a week later.
- At the end of the night, we were starving. I'm sure we weren't the first bride in groom in the drive-thru line at In-N-Out on our way to the honeymoon.
Here we are, after a lovely evening of conversation, laughs and a lot of sushi.
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