It snowed on our wedding day. I made the guys wear peach cummerbunds and bow ties. Except my soon to be husband and dad - they wore white and black respectively.
My soon to be arrived on location before I did. Good thing too since apparently bows had not been changed to the correct color (um, peach) and since I really was being a big ol' witch (but with a b) it would have been very bad for the lady who was supposed to change them.
I also made my sisters wear shorter heels (or no heels) so I would be the tallest one in all the pictures of us girls. Yep, I said witch - remember?
We had more people in our wedding than at our wedding. I requested chocolate cake with (yep, you guessed it) peach flowers.
I was 28; Erik was 23. For some reason my MIL thought I was younger. Much younger. I don't know why - I never lied about my age. I knew I was robbing the cradle!
One week after our ceremony I left my man in AZ and headed back to Germany, where I was stationed at the time.
18 years ago. Wow! The time has gone by so fast - and at a snails pace. Too much time spent apart. Too much time spent together. Not enough time spent together. Old careers ended. New careers started. And started again. Growing roots in a place you never even considered 18 years ago.
Life has been good - and the best part is I've been getting to share them with my wonderful husband. My best friend. Happy Anniversary to us!