Friday, August 19, 2011

Day 19

Sunday is the big day, the 21st, and since I don't type on the weekends, here's the goods.

I can't be sure, but James and I may or may not have our heads together whispering I don't have to do this, I could leave at any time. We didn't have the smoothest engagement (see day 2), and I wish it could say that all the fear and the doubts flew away on the big day, but they didn't. But, we stuck it out, and after the shortest ceremony on record, given by the oldest man alive, we were married.

Recently a friend asked me if there was ever a moment after we got married that I knew I had made the right decision. I told her that nearly every moment of the past 7 years have proven to me that I made the right decision.


  1. what about that time you guys split that coke and he finished all of his and then drank some of yours? what about then?

  2. I said nearly, Annie. NEARLY every moment.

    And just for the record, we didn't split a coke, we each got one, and he drank all of his the night before, and I still had some of mine left.

    NEARLY every moment.