My God, we were just kids! I mean, not really - He was 28, I was 26, but still. We were all
And then we BLINKED, and just like that - three houses and three babies and six cars and forty pounds and TWENTY YEARS LATER - It is our twentieth wedding anniversary.
So tonight, inspired by a friend (and Theta sister) who's done this every year since she married her very own Dickinsonian, I decided, what the heck! And I brought down THE BOX that I've been carting around for the past 20 years. It's been perched on a way-high shelf in my closet since we moved back from PA in 2007. I opened it. And here's what was inside:
My first thought was, DRESS COFFIN!, followed immediately by, DEAD LADY! I can't lie - it was a little startling to see my dress all boxed up like that.
And then, knowing full well that it wouldn't fit, I still tried it on. And I "processed" down my hallway and into the kitchen, to the same music I practically ran down the aisle processed to in 1993. And I felt like this-
But I looked more like this:
And IT DID NOT FIT, not by a mile, but I couldn't believe how lovely it felt to have that raw silk and beaded lace close to my skin.
And it is only a dress, but... it was my dress, and I wore it for our wedding, and twenty years later, in spite of all the bad times and all the crap and because of all the good times and all the love, we are all
...right there, in our kitchen.
And it isn't perfect, and it isn't easy, but IT IS OURS, and in spite of our hardships we have truly been blessed, and that man of mine, he is a good man with a heart of gold and I am so fortunate to have shared this crazy ride for the past 20 years with him. No one knows what tomorrow will bring, let alone the next 20 years, but I am thankful for all the times we have shared and all the love (so much love!) that has come into my life because of him.
Happy anniversary, honey. I love you!