Three Years Makes All The Difference

Good Evening Humble Readers...

Today is our third anniversary. 

I can't believe that it's been three years since we said 'I do' and 'till death do us part'.  So much of that day stands out in my mind, and other parts are gone into the abyss of my memory.  I remember standing at the front of the church, hanging on to my Dad's arm, bouncing on my toes (mostly out of excitement, but partly to alleviate the pain my shoes were inflicting).  I remember screwing up the part of the service where the pastor asks what token I had to give to show my commitment.  I kept interupting her, saying "a ring" over and over and over.  I don't remember much of the sermon, but I do know that she based it on "Everything I Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten".  I remember freezing my tukus off while we did our picturesin a park, and a perfect stranger coming up to us in the park and reciting a poem for us. 

But mostly I remember my Beloved's face.  He looked so handsome in his suit.  I remember him saying 'I love you' over and over and over throughout the ceremony.  I remember him stepping on my veil repeatedly.  :)

These last three years haven't always been easy, but I can honestly say that I am a much better person for having married him, and I am so thankful for the blessing he is in my life.

My Beloved one... thank you for loving me.