Four years ago today I sat in my friend Tammy's house and felt sick to my stomach. I was five months pregnant with my now 3 1/2 year old son and it was the morning of my wedding. No, I didn't get married because I was knocked up, I got pregnant in the middle of my engagement! I was 36, not 16! As if!
Anyhoo, I got my hair and makeup done. I put on the biggest dress I've ever seen. I carried a bouquet of deep red roses and Lily of the valley. I wore a pair of white shoes (something I'd never do to my poor size 11 stompers) that I'd super glued a six pence in and I walked down the isle in tears with my stepfather leading the way.
I got in a limo for the first time. My date to prom picked me up in a bright yellow I-Rock with T tops. No, I'm not making that shit up.
With red as the colour of the day, we cut a cake I designed and then I dared my husband to shove it in my face. He tried. I won. Later when I took off my dress, a hot piece of cake fell out of the bodice. Nice.
I laughed, I cried, I married my best friend. My husband is the only man I've ever met with he balls to take me on. I'm quite a pill so that says a lot about him. He's taking me to Forks for God's sake!
Happy Anniversary, baby! Four years and two babies later I (we) still rock!
This is the song we walked into our reception to. It had more meaning because I was five months pregnant with my beautiful son.