Wedded Bliss



It has been five years today. Can you believe it? We were reminiscing about it this morning. I told him I didn't even want to remember it. I was so glad when the whole thing was over with.

Never was I the type of girl who dreamt about her wedding, planned anything about it or even really thought about it at all. I could have cared less, really, especially by the time I was 36. Throw in an entire life change, a move across the country, leaving family, friends, and a job I love, then add wedding stress to it. Never again. Thank God I don't have to do it ever again. It was awful.

Don't get me wrong. Getting married was the best thing that ever happened to me. I am happy, have a wonderful husband, have a wonderful family, have wonderful in-laws, and am out in the country living the life I always wanted. But I am just as pleased that my wedding day was 5 years ago and that most of the bad memories of it are receding into the mists of time.

Ha.

Happy Anniversary Dear!

Comments

jel said…
has it been 5 years! wow!

it wasn't that bad wasit? :)
November 6, 2009 at 8:05 PM
21094 said…
A job you LOVED? Man, the memories ARE fading fast! Happy Anniversary you two
November 7, 2009 at 2:03 AM
Anonymous said…
Happy Anniversary! We are coming on 10 here soon-crazy!
November 7, 2009 at 3:52 PM
Calfkeeper said…
Thank you all!

jel-at the time it WAS that bad.

21094-haha...I loved the job...there were other things that weren't as good; like the whole politics of the working a government job. But that wasn't too bad either.

tljw-thank you. Time flies, doesn't it?!
November 8, 2009 at 2:20 PM
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