I feel a bit like the white rabbit at the start of Alice in Wonderland running around singing “I’m late, I’m late”. One week left and so many little loose ends to tidy up.
I have to hem my dress. My beautiful white dress with the red lace and ribbon on it. I’m so proud of this, you guys. And I can’t wait to wear it. (I’m going to photobomb so much in here next week).
We have a parlour that is affectionately known as “the little living room” here which we almost never use. It has a piano, three tall and full bookshelves, a beautiful fireplace. I need to get it ready to host a wedding.
I have some more stuff I’m getting from La Internet. A song playlist to finish and put in one spot so I can play it, a few surprises to complete and a meal to plan.
It sounds like it’s going to be such a big deal, and don’t get me wrong, it totally is, but in the end it’s still just going to be us. Our kids, some skyped in family and that’s it. I am going to try to get some of this videoed. Hopefully it will work.
Why, you may ask, the big deal for our 20th when it’s the 25th that is usually celebrated with fanfare? Well, I don’t know how 20 got left in the dust but it’s a pretty big deal to me. To us.
How many (technically) teen marriages do you know that are still going strong? Especially ones that started out pregnant, or with a kid, or both of those, as we did? Liam was a year old and Keisha was already in my belly. I walked down the aisle at 19, a kid on my father’s arm in a cold stone church to a group of less than fifty. So much has happened in 20 years.
And so, with a week to go, I plan on celebrating the crap out of my marriage. 20 years. Many of them hard, a few of them very hard. A lot of them very happy. I face the anniversary with gratitude and love. So much love.