Taken 22 years ago on the morning following our wedding.
Oh, how young we were! It’s all relative, isn’t it? We were in our forties.
Today is our 22nd anniversary and it’s a dark and very rainy day out there, courtesy of the remains of the Hurricane Delta. I didn’t sleep well – again – so I’m not as chipper as usual.
But none of that really matters. I’m happy to be here, in our nest, celebrating the day we got married in Nevada City, California.
A simple wedding, attended by Don’s brother and his wife and two of our friends. A beautiful, crisp fall day. I had a walking cast on my ankle that I had desperately wanted removed before the wedding but no, it hadn’t fully healed, so I had to come down a flight of stairs holding onto my sister-in-law’s arm, carefully navigating those steps. The moment I saw Don from the top of the stairs I started crying. When he saw me, he started crying. Then everyone was crying. It was beautiful, stress-free, heartfelt, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
After the ceremony, we rode through the streets of Nevada City in a horse-drawn carriage. It was Columbus Day then, as well, so everyone was out and about, waving at us and applauding as we passed. That was followed by an intimate dinner with our friends.
Perfect in every way.
And it still is.
Stay safe.
Happy Monday.