12 years

12 years ago today, in a tiny church in Pungo, Virginia, B and I got married. I wore a dress I designed and my mother made using recycled wedding dresses and a $100 piece of lace. (Something old, something new.) I might be exaggerating about the cost of the lace, but I remember thinking that the cost per yard of that stuff was ridiculous, and mom had to talk me into letting her buy it.


5 thoughts on “12 years

  1. Happy anniversary! Here’s what my 2nd husband’s grandmother told me at my wedding to him:
    “I hope your marriage is happier than mine has been.” (whoops — it wasn’t…)
    Glad that yours is!


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