16 years

Sixteen years ago today James Bond and I were married. SIXTEEN YEARS, people!  Of course if you figure all the time we've been apart because of the military, we've probably only been together 9 or 10 years.  Sometimes it seems like only yesterday that I was nervously walking down the aisle (and getting my heel stuck in a grate on the floor-everyone thought I was just pausing for effect, but in reality, I was trying to wiggle my shoe free), and other days it seems like it's been forever. 
This year's anniversary was not what I would have expected a year ago.  James Bond was actually home this year (unlike many anniversaries in the past), and had the day off, but I had NO plans to be pregnant and close to delivery.  I thought we'd probably go out to dinner, laugh over the silly things we remember from our wedding day (there were loads of funny things that happened), then come home and dance to our wedding song (You Send Me by Sam Cooke).  Unfortunately,  I had a rough night of contractions last night (we were both adamant that Han Solo could NOT be born on our anniversary) and didn't sleep well and have really been laying around all day, trying to keep the contractions at bay.  I didn't feel like going out, so we decided to order in (Chinese) and watch a movie (Young Victoria).  Indy thought it was a great anniversary.  He hugged us both and said he was glad we decided to get married.   It wasn't romantic or anything, but you know what?  That's okay.  We spent the day together and in the long run, sometimes that's just as good.
I know this isn't mushy and lovey dovey, but that's okay too.  It wasn't a mushy kind of day.  If you'd like to read some slightly more romantic mushy posts, you can read  these:

15 year anniversary-The story of a boy and a girl

14 year anniversary-You Send Me

Happy anniversary James Bond! 

You Send Me

Look at this girl. She's so young. I wish I could talk to her and tell her all the things she needs to know. I can't though and she's had to find them out on her own.


It's hard to believe this girl (and really, that's what she is) is me, 14 years ago. That's right, today M and I have been married for 14 years today. I'm not going to get all mushy (that's not my thing), but let's have a little peak at the big day. BTW, remember this was 14 years ago and there was no cool digital photography back then, so they aren't fab fancy photos, but that's okay.

This is me with my dad right before walking down the aisle. Isn't he handsome?


Our priest had never done a wedding before and forgot to tell us to stand up from the prei deu. Except for the actual vows we spent the entire wedding ceremony (almost an hour) kneeling. We kept snickering because we knew he forgot and were debating whether or not to just stand up. We opted to stay kneeling. Oh, Father Joe also had a stutter and couldn't say my name correctly. It made for an interesting and laughter filled ceremony. I'm assuming we ARE actually married, but who knows?


The vows. He finally told us to stand! M's parents were married in this church in the early 60's. It's such a beautiful church.


My mom made the cake. It was alternating layers of strawberry (my favorite) and white cake. Yummy. And no, he did NOT smear it in my face. He wanted a good honeymoon. Also, look how thin I am in this photo! Did I ever eat?


Our first dance was to Sam Cooke's You Send Me.

At first I thought it was infatuation
But woo, it's lasted so long
Now I find myself wanting
To marry you and take you home
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

You, you, you, you send me
I know you send me
I know you send me
Honest you do