We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person. – W. Somerset Maugham
Today is our 8th anniversary. I find myself noting the time and thinking to myself “Okay, so 8 years ago at this very minute you were getting your hair done.” Or waking up to your sister watching Matilda at the hotel. Or writing a love note to Mike (yep, we did that on our wedding day, with annoyed friends serving as go-betweens). Or meeting a few friends for a quick lunch at the Village Deli. Right this very minute it’s 12:20 pm in California, which means that we were about an hour and a half away from our ceremony. I was most likely getting my makeup retouched and taking photos with my girls.
It was such a great day. Everyone should say that about their wedding day, I know, but I’m no exception. It rained, but then we had rainbows. Our announcer-person backed out with about 5 minutes to spare, but then my friend Matty jumped in and nailed it spectacularly. Also, someone definitely sat down on Mike’s chair and scarfed his slice of wedding cake. He doesn’t even like sweets anyway, so that worked out, too (though I dare someone to ever do that to me).
We have quite a few friends getting married in the next several months, and my wish for them is that they have a day every bit as beautiful as we did. That they can leave the stress behind and just enjoy how incredibly special it is to be among your nearest and dearest, all gathered in one place, toasting you and wishing you the best.
Happy anniversary, Mike.
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