Today my marriage becomes an adult.
Eighteen years old … legally able to consume alcohol ... and vote … and get married.
I vote that Hubby spoils me silly … whilst I consume alcohol… and reminisce about getting married. It's the least he can do … after all I've been putting up with him for a really long time now.
But I don't like my chances … if the lack of response to my earlier text message is anything to go by.
So in the absence of any spoiling … and any alcohol … because it's pouring rain outside which means I have to do a school pick up run … I bring you some reminiscing.
|Still single … time left to make a bolt for it|
|Bridesmaids holding tight … and keeping me cornered … to avoid anyone making a bolt for it|
|Signing my life away … with an "Oh s*@t" expression on my face … "Just keep moving your hand … like this" says the newly christened Hubby|
|Deed done … for better or for worse|
|Just stand around casually … like we do this all the time|
|What the? I need a drink!|
|OK … I'll dance with you … as long as you promise to spoil me after I've been putting up with you for eighteen years.|
Happy Anniversary Hubby … aren't you SOOOO GLAD you met me!!