So since I recounted the story of my first date with Seymour and the story of our engagement the last two weeks, I thought I’d recount the tale of our wedding today. That was when I discovered that I’d already recounted it once before, and in a much more entertaining fashion than I could possibly come up with today, thanks to being brain-dead after staying up way too late last night (thanks, insomnia).
To read what I wrote about our wedding for the 2012 October Memoir and Backstory Blog Challenge, go here. 🙂
I also discovered, from the same blog challenge, a post wherein I recounted the story of our first date. I skimmed the post, and I actually liked the older post even better than the one I shared two weeks ago. See? This is the sort of thing I mean when I say I can’t remember squat.
Anyway, this week’s throwback photo is a favorite from our wedding reception. That’s the best man holding the flower girl while being attacked by the ring bearer. Lots of great pictures from that night; lots of great memories.
Have a great weekend, everybody, and don’t forget to stop by Charnele’s blog and see what she’s thinking about this fabulous Friday!
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Seymour proposed on December 23, 2008, which happened to be my grandpa and step-grandma’s fifth wedding anniversary. He had just died three months prior, so it was rather a sad day for her. But not for me – I was anxiously awaiting the end of the day so I could get all gussied up for the ROTC military ball in a neighboring town.
As I’ve mentioned before, Thumper doesn’t know how to be still. The kid is always moving, even when he’s asleep.
One of the things I love to read in the spring (yes, there are a couple of them) is my collection of Shakespearean sonnets. I don’t know why, but poetry and spring are inextricably linked for me (which works out well, since April is National Poetry Month).
Suddenly they all died. The end. 