*We had an internet outage late last night while I was blogging. I feel all discombobulated blogging in the morning.*
Today is our anniversary. Every year I like to bring out the wedding photos and scan in a few in celebration. Whenever I do this, I find stuff I missed or don’t remember ever noticing before – mostly us being goofy. That’s Minster Zink marrying us. His last name is VERY popular in Nova Scotia. Completely off topic – Zink, Whynott, and Rodenhiser are also really common names over that way.
Anyway, for someone who didn’t care about wearing a veil, I ended up wanting to wear it every day once I got it on my head. It’s true. I was sure I wouldn’t bother with one, but once I had my dress on and the wedding dress maker put the wreath of white, silk flowers on my head, I didn’t want to take it off.
Judging from Mike’s expression, he had forgiven me for being late to our wedding by this point. Short version in case you don’t know: I was late to our wedding because my family got lost driving to the church. My dad had to flag down a police officer who we then followed to get to the church. A few of the guests were concerned when they saw the police escort pull up. Then I stomped into the church, in a huff. Good times!
Here we are! It’s official! Hooray! My sister was my bridesmaid – in the white blouse. I’m not sure what she was looking at in this photo. I like that Minister Zink was clapping for us -he was a great choice. Mike’s mom found him for us. When we had to meet with him a few days before the ceremony, he asked us a few questions and then said, “You guys are 28 years old. You know what you’re doing.” I was surprised by his confidence in us. I thought, “We do? Oh. Okay then.”. Turns out he was right.
Here we are, at the reception at Mike’s mom & dad’s cabin on the LaHave River. The tropical storm had mostly stopped, and as you can see from our faces, we were pretty relaxed.
Once the dress shoes come off, the relaxation can begin.
Happy Anniversary to us! 1998 was a good year.