November 29th, 2003 I married on of the last, true, Good ol' Boys. Even though he's only Southern at heart. It's true. (Why blog on my anniversary night? No baby sitter and it's football rivalry time, duh!) Five years and two kids later and he still opens my door. He still puts toothpaste on my toothbrush, notices when I put on make-up, thanks me for cooking, remembers things I say, agrees with me when I'm right and loves me.
We were just talking about what we remembered from our wedding day...
Our crazy "destination" wedding at the Citadel, in Charleston, SC. I'll never forget being so tired from finishing up classes, driving up there, and studying for up-coming exams. John had been underway so didn't get to partake in any of the planning. We picked this particular date so we could squeeze the wedding in between underways and tests and just in time for all the paperwork for Japan. There was no logic involved, only this crazy little thing called love. We were married, got to spend two days together (well, one night and the day driving back to Jacksonville! All thanks to those lovely two women in my life who braved the cold with no heat. Oh, yes, I remember...) and then John left for a month. I had to get back to USF to finish tests in time for Christmas break and my last semester. It was nuts. But, I still remeber the details.
I remember all the great things...and the two minor details that I'd love to forget (the D.J. forgetting that we requested AC/DC's "Back in Black" and how our photographer sent his chain-smoking "What do you want to do next?" assistant). It was the first day of the rest of our lives together and we've never looked back!