Jul 03 2008
Happy Anniversary To ME
13 years ago today me and my significant other, along with my then five month old daughter and a pair of our closest friends, drove to the local courthouse and got hitched. I was a young and crisp twenty year old with nary a laugh line, who decided July 3rd would make a perfect wedding date simply because it could be easily worked into a long weekend.
It was a good call.
The ceremony was as simple as I could have hoped for. The reception was a pancake breakfast at IHOP. I didn’t have to worry about seating arrangements or bridal showers or all the agony and fretting a real wedding represented in my mind.
We couldn’t have afforded one anyway, I was the one bringing home the bacon then. We were living with my mom, scrounging for diapers and formula, and learning a harsh lesson in real world economics. I probably wouldn’t have opted for a wedding either way, hosting large social functions makes me skittish. I might have ended up like that runaway bride that faked her own abduction. You know, the one with the crazy eyes. That could have been me.
But I digress.
Here it is though, 13 years and four kids later, and me and the husband…we don’t hate eachother. We actually get along quite nicely for two people with such a shaky start. So for that, I think I’ve earned some bragging rights. Yay, it’s my anniversary, my husband loves me, and we had rice pudding to celebrate. Woo hoo. Everyone knows number 13 is rice pudding. Duh.
Ok in reality I spent most of today cleaning for tomorrows 4th o’ July get together. Not very romantic, I suppose. But then again, I scoff at tradition. Watch me. Scoff scoff scoff. 
