at about this time, 11 years ago -
* i was getting my hair sprayed and clipped and formed into an up-do.
* the Cutest Girl in Hesperia was in a green robe, ready for her turn.
* it was beyond windy. (my hair did not move)
* i laughed at a young man, nervous because he had to play the bagpipes. come on, dude - have you noticed i'm in a dang wedding dress?
oh - did i give it away?
11 years ago - we said we would. and we have. for better or worse, sickness and health and all the rest.
and if i had been on top of my game, i would have written vows like this:
i (your name here) promise to love you through fat times and unemployment. through loss of family and the gains, too.
through heartbreak and happiness. i promise to love you when you flub up and when you don't clean up after yourself.
i can't always promise to like you, but i will always love you.
i will always love you, even when you are having a breakdown - as long as you promise to love me, too, especially when i'm PMS-ing and i beg you to perform a hysterectomy on me.
i will always love you when you take three hours to do an oil change.
i will love you when you have no concept of time and we end up being late.
i will love you when you roll your eyes at my obsessions with Donny, photography, scrapbooking and whatever else i'm in to.
i love you, baby. thanks for eleven interesting years. here's to the rest of our lives together.