Today is day that Hubster and I have been married for eight years.
Those years have flown by. Hopefully by saying that, you can tell how happy I've been during these eight years.
It is no secret that we are blissfully happy.
I've very lucky. I'm sure that there is no other person in the world like Hubster. No one else would have put up with me this long. He makes me happy every. single. day.
The way things started out, you might not have guess it.
And when I say started out, I don't mean how things were when we were dating, or when we were engaged, or when we were first married. We were just as blissfully happy during those times as we are now.
When I start "started out," I mean just that.
The wedding day.
Hubster and I don't go to a single wedding or reception without thinking of our own. And what a complete disaster it was.
Oh, my handmade dress was wonderful, the flowers divine, the flower girls darling, Hubster dashing in his tux, the cake delicious, the location beautiful.
I know, it sounds great, right?
Well, let me set the stage.
My parents filled for bankruptcy around the same time. Both Hubster and I were in college. There was no money for this whole affair. We briefly talked about postponing the wedding, but decided there was no real benefit for us in doing that.
So we did the wedding on a shoe string. As in, so little, I can't really mention it here (you would die of shock.)
And we did it mostly by ourselves. Make the food, set up the ceremony and reception location.
Which resulted in us walking down the aisle an hour late. After many of my friends had given up and left. In 100 degree weather.
The guy doing the ceremony talked about making up after fights and forgot the rings.
My dear mother in law had invited some of Hubster's relatives to sing (unknown to either of us.)
When we were going around greeting guests, people kept complaining about the weather.
Do I wish that things could have gone better? Yes. Do I regret some of the decisions and circumstances around the wedding? Absolutely. Do I feel sad every time I go to someone else's exquisite reception? Yeah.
After all, the wedding day is the one that nearly every girl plans for the moment she is five years old.
Would I trade what I have with Hubster, trust, support, and love, for the most amazing wedding of all time?
Not a chance!