Eight years ago this evening, I got married! We had a super small, super informal ceremony- just 33 family members in a small historic restaurant room, where my uncle was the Justice of the Peace. It was nine degrees that day, so just slightly warmer than it is today, and I know this because my in-laws were up from Florida and my father-in-law couldn't believe it was only nine degrees. Nine degrees! I had long underwear pants on under my dress and wore my Danskos to the restaurant because otherwise I would have fallen in the parking lot in my heels. We had no limo (I drove myself there!), no formal photographer, and no live music. It was a great party.
Happy anniversary to he who puts up with my shenanigans.