a leaf, a year, a candle
Sixteen years ago today, I got married on a wooden bridge over a stream strewn with tiny wildflowers. My step daughter, who was around ten at the time, had crept up beside me earlier that day and asked if I thought it would be okay if she put the flowers there. It was so sweet it melted my heart.
It was a day much like today, crisp fall weather, autumn leaves crunching underfoot, cool enough that I had to wear tights under the gauzy hippie-style dress that I had chosen.
My husband wore his favorite flannel shirt and blue jeans, as did everyone who attended. We’d both already been through the more formal type of wedding, and we’d decided early on that this time it would be very small and very casual. So, for the ceremony, it was just us two, our three kids, and my sister as the required witness. Our family wedding photo still makes me smile, all that plaid and flannel. We were the Brady Bunch, grunge style.
Our friends and family came to our cabin after the ceremony, and we had great fun celebrating. We had chili and chicken wings, shrimp and pasta, chips and dip. And a giant bonfire accompanied by lots of laughter.
It was a good day.
And it’s been sixteen good years. We’ve had our moments along the way, who hasn’t? And merging our two families together came with all the usual challenges. We’ve gotten our jeans dirty, torn holes in them a few times, and lost a button here and there. But everyone knows that broken-in jeans are the very best kind, the kind you hold onto forever, the ones you always feel most comfortable in.
Tonight we’re going out to dinner, just the two of us.
And yes, we’ll both be wearing blue jeans.
Happy Anniversary, Mr. Muse.
this post is part of texture tuesday over at kim klassen’s place
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