Friday September 18, 1987 Todd and I were married. I wore my mother's beautiful wedding gown. Todd almost wore jeans. His tux made it at the last minute. He would have looked really silly in jeans when all of the other men were wearing striking black tuxedos. Everyone told me that "something" would go wrong on my wedding day. "Something" ALWAYS goes wrong, and it's usually something that freaks the bride out and none of the wedding guests are aware of the issue. There was something else that went wrong, but I can't remember what it was. I know it will come to me, and I will post it when I remember. Regardless of what the behind-the-scenes issues were, 22 years later, something must have been right!
Yup! Something always goes wrong. My something was the horrid cake that looked like we ordered it from Kroger. Oh well! I can laugh now. :)
ReplyDeleteCongrats on the 22 years. :)