We went out to dinner at Pizza Hut, and then he dropped me off at my parent's house. The Handy Man went to our apartment where he'd been living for a week. I know I slept that night, though I'm not sure how.
If I could go back and give that girl advice, I'm not sure what I'd tell her. She's never been very good at taking it. I might tell her to read this blog post by Single Dad Laughing. It's great.
I guess I have some ideas about how to make a marriage last. And, in celebration of our anniversary, I'll share them tomorrow.
Until then, here's a few pictures from the big day. I try not to look too close at how young I was. *sigh*
|At the temple.|
Do I look tired? Not really, I just cried all my makeup off.
|Mmm, cake. We didn't even get a piece.|
(Does that make you sad, Marianne?)