Fourteen years ago, I wore this dress. It 'kinda' had a butt-bow. Technically, it was a bustle, ruffle thing. It might as well have been a butt-bow.
(The night we got engaged. Awwww, young love! And man, am I white!)
Fourteen years ago, we spent our wedding night in a Motel 6.
(It was not a nice as this Motel 6. It was magical)
Fourteen years ago I had a major melt-down when I couldn't find my pantie hose when I was getting ready for our reception, AND when guests began to arrive early while I was still in my jeans AND putting flowers on our wedding cake, AND the florist shorted us BIG TIME on white roses.
Fourteen years ago, my wedding cake/s sat on top of disco-esque stands.
("Staying Alive" from the Bee Gees comes to mind. "Ha, Ha, Ha, Staying alive! Staying alive!")
Fourteen years ago, I married this guy.
Fourteen years ago, I married my eternal companion.
Fourteen years ago, I married my best friend.
Fourteen years ago, was one of the happiest days of my life.
Thank you for making the last fourteen years so wonderful, Steve!
Love ya forever.
(If you want to read about our "love story", just click on the link on the side bar And Then He Kissed Me. A love story full of nail-biting mystery, heart pumping excitement, and warm, fuzzies!)