I’m sharing a silly and happy memory from my wedding day. It’s a story that I promised you all a while back. I know, you probably don’t remember me promising you this, but I did and so I’m sharing it today.
Hubs used to be the more emotional of the two of us. Now, I cry all the time, at every damn thing, but back when we were first together, it was all him.
As soon as I started walking down the aisle, Hubs started tearing up.
When I say long, I mean that it was hanging out of his nose and practically touching the pastor’s hand.
I only wish that I could get my hands on that video so that I could show you. Maybe when I dig it out of whatever box we tossed it into when we moved
five months ago recently, I will post it.
When I think about our wedding ceremony, it’s what I remember the most: the SNOT.
Aren’t I a romantic?