Young Love – October 25, 1998

Here we are, twelve years ago, two crazy kids in love.  Each of us 24 years old.  It seemed so old at the time, especially since we had been dating so long (4 years).  But I actually believe in getting married at a young age.  Were we clueless?  Oh yeah.  Were we naive?  I’m not sure – probably.  Did it take some adjusting?  Yes, for all of our first three years.  Yes, I said three years.  It’s okay.  Are we still learning how this whole thing works?  You betcha!  Also okay. 

Do I still adore this quiet, tall, handsome guy?  Yes,I do!

Happy 4,384 days of Marriage, Honey!

(Notes:  Credit for all pictures goes to Visual Image Photography.  I loved them!  On another note, my bouquet did not seem that big in real life!  Except to my darling best friend/Matron of Honor who had to hold it for so long.  The funniest part?  I had asked for a small clutch, but my florist is very generous, so that’s not a bad thing, right?  And the flowers were very pretty: blush peach roses, cream roses, stephanotis with the pearls inside, white lilies, and ivy to pull it all together.  The location of our wedding?  A ranch with an old white barn filled with lace and antiques.  On the outside:  lots of lush landscaping, white lattice and twinkle lights.  Love!)