No KC (Keyboard Confessions) today. Do try to contain your sobbing.
Tomorrow is the 11th anniversary of when I said “I Do” with The Hubs. I’ve already written out our story ad nauseum before:
So today I thought I’d take you on an illustrated journey of our Luuuuuuurve. Please, your sobbing is distracting me.
So, one day, I meet this guy and two short months later, he asks me to be his wife. I say yes. This is an engagement photo. Also, I HATE how my elbow is all poking out. It’s all I can see in this photo. Now, it’s all you can see too, isn’t it? Yep, I’ve just ruined this picture for you. Moving on.
Here’s Lance aka The Hubs. Of course, then he was The Fiance’. The Fi, for short. Isn’t The Fi handsome? Back off, ladies, he’s mine.
We had The Lurve. It was mushy. It was gushy. Also this picture makes my nose look really really long. Did you know that the 1st compliment Lance ever gave to me was about how perfect my nose was? Well, now you know.
I adore this photo. Also, it makes me feel like a rebel because we’re doing this on the President’s lawn of the college we attended. Naugh-tay.
These are the invitations we sent out for our wedding.
Then began the showers and bridal luncheons. I had to borrow a suit from my roomie. Also, you see that thing I’m doing with my hands? It’s a nervous habit to smooth my nails over and over and over.
This is just one of the pictures from the rehearsal dinner. We cooked cows. A bagillion steaks.
This is at the actual rehearsal. I was begged to tell The Cow Story. So I did.
The Big Day arrived. Lance kissed the bride and we became man and wife.
Here’s one of the cake. And my cleavage. Dang.
This was the first night in our home. It stayed like this for awhile. Also, whoever got us that toilet paper- Thank you!!
This was our first meal in our new home. Actually, this is pretty much every meal in our home while in college. Lance didn’t marry a Great Cook.
This is just after our own wedding when I was a bridesmaid for my friend Delana’s wedding. Lance’s BFF Joel is serenading us and we are dancing. We had The Romance. Lance had Giant Glasses. All the better to ogle me with.
We were drunk on Lurve. And had bad timing with the flash.
Now Lance has a beard. Now I have some wrinkles.
But we still have The Lurve.