For the first time ever, yesterday, I was asked for my wedding date. I didn’t have an answer!
No, I did not forget! Just that there are three dates to choose from and I did not know which one to pick. So I promptly (and discreetly!), called up my husband who burst out laughing. He had a brilliant solution though – check the wedding ring! So it was the ‘family and friends wedding’ date that we’d gotten inscribed on the ring, that was given the honor.
Of course yes! That’s what I’d like to remember. Not the hot, stuffy, corrupt Registrar’s office or the two-months-later farcical, traditional ceremony where I was given a pseudo-name to suit my in-laws’ preferences (and was pregnant too!).
No, I’d like to cherish the memories of that warm evening where we were surrounded by smiling faces, cheering voices and lots of laughter. That was our wedding day!
Picture credit: gvg.ltd.uk
2 comments:
LOL That is so funny! I think just the one wedding for many ladies just wears them out! LOL I am sure it was nice though. Bet they were grand weddings. Blessings, Janie Marie
Well, Janie. Two of them were grand - very precious and memorable events. Two were forgettable. And yes, I was exhausted. We had to refuse to oblige one of our relatives who wanted to host another reception for us! Five would have been one too many! :-)
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