Four years ago my hair was in tight ringlets, with a tiara on top and a veil.
Four years ago I had McDonald’s for lunch, but barely touched my delicious barbecue supper.
Four years ago my cousin did my make-up, and my sister-in-law had to help me make sure my garter didn’t fall off.
Four years ago in the back of the church my dad said, “No tears.” And I replied, “No promises.”
Four years ago a soft rain fell as we stepped out of the church, and my new husband said it was his mom crying tears of joy.
Four years ago we cut the cake, posed for pictures and danced the night away.
Four years ago, my maid of honor and her future husband whisked us away in her new Explorer as confetti flew through he air.
Four years ago I married my best friend, surrounded by our friends and families in a little country church in Texas with a lot of my family’s history. It was a warm-for-January day on which memories were made of a new life together beginning.
I had always heard, “Love you more today than on the day we married.” Now, it is me saying it myself.
Happy Anniversary, honey!!!
