10 days to 10 years {Day 10}

The Wedding Day

Ten years ago today...  WE walked hand in hand into the Washington D.C. Temple to be sealed for all time and eternity.

I still remember the warmth and the whiteness upon our entering.  I wasn't nervous.  I was excited.  I was ready to be his.

As we knelt at the alter exchanging eternal covenants with each other I saw our reflection in the mirrors on both sides of the room.  The mirrors are symbolic to show that what we were committing to do had no end.  Our marriage wasn't until death do us part.  It was forever. 

I loved forever.

There is a part in the ceremony that mentions our purpose together and having children more or less.  Or kind of that you should do something to have children more or less. Procreate is the word more or less.  And the man performing the ceremony got to that part more or less.

And in Rowdy fashion...he laughed. 

There I am....tears in eyes pledging my undying love to this man while holding hands across an alter...and he laughed an embarrassing muffled hush hush I can't believe he said "procreate" in this ceremony kind of laugh. 

I glared. 

I softened.

I smiled. 

I loved this man.

And all his rowdy-ness.

Ten years later.  I still do.

Happy Anniversary, babe.  Here's to 10 forever more.

(I would KILL for gorgeous wedding pictures these days. 

Darn my cheapness in not hiring a real photographer. Like myself. Wanna see more awkward wedding photos? Check out THIS post from our 9-year-er.)

*****

Oh-- and just because I can't leave it all happily ever after without a little spunk...I just HAVE to tell you the "going away on our honeymoon details."

Ooh-la-la.

So there we were after the wedding.  Pictures had been taken.  Hugs and goodbyes were said.  And we were getting in the car to go off on our honeymoon to explore (or not explore. wink. wink.) the fabulous and historic Washington D.C.

"Hey wait!" they exclaimed.  "We can't fit Robby (Aaron's 16 year old brother) in our car anymore.  Can you take him back to the hotel?"

Now is it just me... or is there usually a spot left after you leave it there?  I didn't think we did musical chairs on the highway.  Could be fun though now that I think about it.  But back to the issue at hand.

SOMEHOW my new little bro-in-law was left without a ride back to his hotel.  And SOMEHOW we were the obvious ones to get him there.  On the night of our much anticipated ooh-la-la nontheless.  An hour away from our current location.  Which was an hour in the opposite direction of our destination.  In traffic.

Uhm.  Ya.

But what's a girl in love to do?

We waved our goodbyes with Robby shouting farewell in the backseat next to our picnic lunch that my sweet sister-in-law packed for us. 

It wasn't that big of a deal...because there was really only one thing we were thinking of in that moment anyway.

We were starving.

"Hey Robby...could you pass the grapes?"