Twenty seven years ago today we were married. It’s about 10:15 a.m. now, and we said our vows right around 11 o’clock that morning. A weird time to have a wedding, at 11 o’clock on a Saturday morning. It never dawned on me that it was a funny time.
We married at Paul’s folks’ home, which we were planning on buying from them and living in forever after. (That didn’t work out so we found and bought Crow Cottage instead).
Click the arrow for a slide show of our wedding, or click “Wedding 1986” for the “set” of still photos:
And now, 27 years later, I love that guy more than ever. He has proven to be the best thing that ever happened to me. A one-in-a-million guy. I must have had divine guidance when we met up and decided to spend our lives together.
So this is for you, my love, my darling, my beloved husband, my Paul.
And thank you for the best years of my life!
With never-ending love,