We Made It! Pictures Too!

Adam and I celebrated our 10th anniversary today. At approximately this time a decade ago, we had scuttled down the aisle together, embarking on what some had said or thought wouldn't last, or possibly didn't want it to last. Well, here we are a ten years later, and although we are complete opposites, we have certainly made it over some humps and bumps and good times as well. So I raise my glass to you naysayers and say "ha ha, you smell". "All you need is love". . . and a good sense of humour. It is said that it is the tin or aluminum anniversary, which is quite fitting because, I was pulling staples and nails out of shoe molding today. Adam was using the power nailer. Then we bid a slobbery adieu to each other. Many people have wedding day regrets. My only regret was being told to open gifts at the reception, so it would be on tape for those that we couldn't invite because we were students and too broke to have a big bang wedding. Not that I wanted to have a big bang wedding. I liked that it was held in my parent's back yard, I like that it was small. What I didn't like is opening the gifts, I thought it was tacky, I wanted to socialize, and I wanted to relax at the reception. If I had been more assertive at the time I would have said. . .wait till we get back from Algonquin when we have Beaver Fever. My other regret was not being able to have MY friends at the wedding. Yet that is all water under the bridge now, and as I take a sip of tea, resentment dwindles, and I think not of what your wedding can do for you, but what you can do for your wedding (huh?). My biggest memory of the day was Gibbles changing out of her "wedding attire" and stuffing herself into her "dancing dress" to the soundtrack of "The King and I". It was made by my late Aunt Thelma, and looked like a pink wedding cake with all the tiers of material and frills. It was a few sizes too small, and she didn't care, all she wanted to do was dance. She danced herself into a frenzy, and finally slept the day away. That, and how dapper Adam looked in his tuxedo finest. How he and his buddies cried. None of the gals weeped, but the boys sure did. There was sobbing. Adam did say they were happy tears. Also, how Gibbles, wanted to be at the altar with us, she just seemed to meander around clutching at Adam's pants. This year we did want to plan something, like a big get together with friends, but because we really don't have any, it would be impossible. Maybe for the 20th. I'll post some more pics later. It's hard taking pictures of pictures. Me with Adam . . . total Gwyneth Paltrow smile there. My Mom, My Grandma McDougall, Me, and Nana. No comment on the situation above. Sardonic is the word that comes to mind. All black and white photography was Michaela Devine's magic. Adam is happy. Gibbles in her flower girl dress that Nana made. The boys. Dad and I, just prior to him giving me a fishing lure. . . to keep me "alluring" all my life. LOL Oh and Adam if you are reading this later. . .I love you, even with all your idiosyncrasies, chunky bum.