Dear Mr. Husband,
Nine years. NINE years. Crazy, isn't it? I simply can't believe it has already been nine years since our wedding. You could easily convince me that somewhere in there was a wrinkle in the space time continuum, and that it's actually only been a year or two.
I remember that day so clearly. On the surface, it was the perfect wedding. Outdoors, in a beautiful garden, with absolutely perfect weather. We cherished the string quartet that played Vivaldi as we joined to walk down the aisle together. We kept the vows short and sweet (just the way we wanted them). We smashed gorgeous cake the way cake should be smashed. It was all picture perfect.
But, oh, the drama that was going on behind the scenes. It was something, wasn't it? It's a darn good thing you already knew my family was full of crazy, considering the Crazy Parade they put on display that day. Of course, the fact that you married me anyway might be a testament to your level of crazy. Just sayin'.
Since then, we've had our highs and our lows and our fair share of drama from time-to-time. At the end of it all though, we have each other, and we have Alexis. She is, without a doubt, the single greatest thing you have ever given me. She is nothing short of amazing, and I thank you so much for your 50% contribution to making her. ;-)
Here's to another 90 years, sure to be full of more of the same. The good and the bad, the fun and the painful, but mostly full of love. Nothing worth having is ever easy, and what we have is definitely worth it.
*Here is where there would be wedding photos, if only a certain overzealous women hadn't already packed them all and now can't remember which box they are in. Whoops!*
*As an alternate, here is where there would be photos from our trip to Paris, if only those photos had ever been copied to this computer. Whoops!*
*As an alternative to the alternate, here's a photo from June 2006.*
Wednesday, June 3
Dear Mr. Husband,