I know this will probably sound sickeningly sweet to a lot of people, but oh well. It’s my and my husband’s sixth anniversary on Saturday.
Six years since we had the reception in a room that looked like a 50’s diner. It had working jukeboxes and everything.
Six years since our friends ‘decorated’ our car to tell everyone we were ‘Future Porn Stars’.
Six years since we drove through the car wash four times to remove all the ‘decoration’, and still didn’t get it all off. I think there was still a bit of red stuff on the wipers when I totaled that car ten months later. 🙂
Six years since my sister called up our hotel room around 9pm the wedding night just to annoy us, because she said ‘we did that to her on her wedding night’.
Six years since we had our bridesmaids’ lunch at Taco Bell.
Six years since I danced with my uncle, which was sadly the last time I danced with him before he died.
And before that was the planning…
Six years since I felt like throwing something wet and squishy at my friend P because she kept bugging me about stupid things like what color all of the food was going to be or why my stepmother was serving alcohol outside the party room. I’d previously not wanted alcohol but decided that I didn’t care.
Six years since I went into such a stress-induced fit during the planning that I went off on P. I apologized the next day.
Six years since I holed myself up in my room for a whole weekend because I was so worried about what everyone would think about all the little ‘frou-frou’ stuff I was *supposed* to do and have.
Six years since I decided that I didn’t give a shit whether the food at the reception didn’t match the room, what my bridesmaids did with their hair or whether or not Amanda’s tattoos were showing.
Six years since I decided that this day was about me and my husband and not how good of a party the director could throw, whether the tablecloths were straight or who signed the guestbook.
Six years since I said ‘I do’, and I still do. So does he.
Hopefully we’ll have six more years of this…or sixty.