Sixteen years ago today I slipped into scandalous underwear and then a wedding gown at my grandmother’s house. Talk about a once-in-a-lifetime experience! My dear friend Jennifer and I spent the morning making our own bouquets at the kitchen table. Queen Anne’s Lace was the featured flower. Then I did my own hair and Jennifer zipped me into the most gorgeous dress I’d ever seen much less worn.
We got married in the one-room church I grew up in. (Literally ONE room. There was, and still is, an outhouse, folks.) There was little fuss or fanfare. I got out of the car, waited for everyone else to get inside, and then walked down the aisle to “Theme from a Summer Place.” Sigh.
Nerves hit me briefly, but then all I could do was look at the man who would be my husband. I’ve always been a big smiler, but the smiles after the ceremony were HUGE. And he still makes me smile.
Celebrating sixteen years of mostly smiles today. Amen.