Happy 2nd Anniversary to my husband and I. Two years ago today around this time we were dancing with our friends and family celebrating our marriage.
With the cicadas (the 17 year ones) singing loud enough to hear in the church, we exchanged vows as a former teacher and good friend married us. There are things that went wrong that day - the room was originally set up 90 degrees off, I went "missing" with one of my bridesmaids that morning, our wedding cake topper disappeared, etc. - but there was at least one major thing that went right. I walked down the aisle to the love of my life and we got married.
At least once every few weeks for our first year of marriage, I told my husband that I wanted to get married again. It was one of the happiest days of my life and I would love to experience that level of complete and utter joy everyday. The world was our oyster (so cliche, I know) and our (married) life was just beginning. I still feel that tug to marry my husband again. We have known each other for ten years, been together for five years and married for two years. I know that's not a lot of time to some people, but it's a big part of our lives. And as I tell him, I love him more today than yesterday and I will love him more tomorrow than today. He is my soulmate. (Sappy I know!)
Looking back at a few favorite pictures show our first wedding together, our wedding, a old neighbor's wedding right before I got pregnant, a picture while I was pregnant with Sweet Pea at a friends' wedding and our first night out, which happened to be a wedding. Even as we celebrated our first anniversary in New York, we ended up a church of the weekend that our wedding would have been the prior year, and stumbled onto another wedding.
I have always loved weddings but there is something now that I am married that is new. Every wedding we attend is not only a celebration of our friends or family getting married, but I also
see it as a celebration of our marriage. And I love it. And I love him...