Two years ago right about now I was standing on Third Ave W, waiting for the town car to show up (we stayed at a VERY swanky hotel with the WORST concierge service EVER on the ENTIRE PLANET). The last stragglers were waiting with us, and since a lot of them were singers we were serenaded with an impromptu concert. My feet were KILLING me, but I knew I'd be able to sit soon enough. When the town car eventually arrived everyone formed an impromptu arch for us to run through, and my Sweetie and I were off to enjoy our first night of wedded bliss.
That is one of the moments that will stick with me forever of our wedding day. We didn't have to choreograph some photo-op moment with birdseeds or rose petals or sparklers. We just went and had fun, and let things take their course.
And two years later we finally get to spend an anniversary together. Although yesterday seemed a much more sentimental day, thinking back to the rehearsal dinner. Last night at midnight we exchanged anniversary gifts. I'm in the middle of making Sweetie a pair of socks. 44% cotton content in the fiber. Tonight we went to dinner at Taco Bell, celebrating our first meal together on the honeymoon. A week and a half from now we're heading to Eugene for the weekend for some anniversary baseball, and may swing through Seaside on the way home to play some carnival games.
Some people say their wedding day is the happiest day of their lives. But they're obviously insane. Because my life just keeps getting better and better with Sweetie around. With all we've got going on right now, the third anniversary looks to be even better.