Fourteen years ago today, my husband-to-be and I (along with far too many family members) attended an important event here:
It's the Silver Bell Wedding Chapel in Las Vegas. Yes, that's where I got married, wearing my mother's old dress and a veil I made from items I bought at a craft store (although you couldn't tell at all).
Look how happy I was - and it wasn't just because I was a size 5 and still had a discernable waist!
We still look happy in this photo taken back at the Mirage, but that's only because we're having our picture taken. By then, the beautiful shoes I'd bought to go with the dress were killing my feet, my blood sugar had long since crashed, and I was feeling Bridezilla-ish long before anyone had even coined the term.
Fortunately, that was a temporary situation. Fourteen years later we're still best friends, looking forward to our traditional anniversary steak dinner at J. Gilbert's and planning fun things to do next year for our 15th anniversary.
My husband stopped reading my blog a long time ago, but I'll still say it, "Happy Anniversary, honey!