By this point in the night, my shoes were off and I was obsessed with twirling. Twirl twirl twirl.
We could not stop smiling.
Happy fourth anniversary, my love.
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Anniversary went swimmingly. Jonny came home with some lovely flowers (aaaaw) and we started on our pizza-making journey. The pizzas, one margherita and one with potatos, bacon, onions, leeks and arugola, came out beautifully. They were so good…I was seriously proud!
The night progressed with The Bachelorette and our adorable pup falling asleep stretched out across both our laps. It was perfect.
Sigh.
Cry, baby…
I’m a crybaby. That’s been well-documented on this blog. I didn’t know, though, how much that would come into play on my wedding day. Part of me thought I’d be bawling all day long (from happy emotions) and part of me thought I’d surprise myself (and Jonny) and not shed one tear. Like most things, it ended up somewhere in the middle of my two extreme expectations.
The whole day I was relaxed and happy and chipper and laughing and making jokes and faces at the camera. I thought I was pretty much free and clear until we sat down to sign the ketubah (Jewish marriage license) and the rabbi began the official wedding (in Jewish tradition, you’re actually married when you sign the ketubah, not during the ceremony. So you’re married before anyone sets foot down the aisle and under the chuppah). He started it with a traditional prayer song and I looked at everyone there, the bridal party and some close friends and family, realized what was about to take place and there went the tears.
It was the most beautiful moment. Everyone there for us…everyone so happy and beaming and crying and laughing all at the same time. It was really really fun and special.
Jonny’s niece, who was two at our wedding, didn’t have the best of evenings two years ago today. She was sick from traveling, she had been awakened from a nap to get ready for pictures, and she was wearing a dress that (even though she picked it out) was ultimately too itchy and uncomfortable. She was not a happy little girl. We didn’t have many pictures of our smiling, adorable Abigail that day, and even now, whenever anyone mentions anything about our wedding, her automatic response is “I didn’t like my dress!” Needless to say, it’s become a family joke.
Last year, Jonny’s sister sent us our anniversary gift. This mug. How it commemorated one of the many humorous parts of the day. So I felt it was only fitting to drink out of it today.
Happy anniversary.
