Super excited my baby sister will be getting married soon! As soon as she was engaged, she asked me to be her Matron of Honor or "MOH" as I like to call it. I accepted, of course, and today began the first of my very important duties - dress shopping! I walked into the boutique and found myself in awe - I don't remember dress shopping or wedding planning being this intense 10 years ago. Yes, that's right, I said 10 - more on this topic later.
I must sound like an old timey lady "back in my day" kinda of thing, but really, I was shocked at how much dresses cost now - and venues, and releasing live butterflies out of boxes. Poor little things, couped up in that box all day, gasping for air, until the preacher-man pronounces husband and wife - I am calling PETA! Never mind the butterflies for now. So, as I was saying about the dresses - we go into the shop, our personal bridal consultant greets us and whisks my sister away into a private dressing room with her own stage area - super fancy! I was already vowing to be the best MOH on earth - I brought snacks, water, and tons of toys to entertain my little princess. After about the 3rd dress - she came out - we all knew it was THE one. She looks amazing.
All this wedding talk has got me reminiscing about my wedding - ahhhh August 11, 2001 - to my dream man. Our wedding was pretty and nice, and it wasn't a $35K wedding, but that doesn't matter. Actually, if we did it again, it would be smaller and very personal. We are about to celebrate our 10 year wedding anniversary - we are so excited. To some, it may not seem like long, but with a divorce rate in America of +/- 50% - we are feeling pretty dang blessed. I know there were some nay-sayers: we're too young, we're too poor, we're too not what their perfect idea of marriage was - but, BOOYAH, here we are, 10 years later, and more in love than ever. We have learned some hard lessons, both of us are pretty hard-headed, and we have dragged each other through the pits of depression, but through it all - at the end of the day - I can truly not imagine my life without Phil. I look forward to being an old gray-haired wrinkled (unless I get Botox...ummm, I think not for now) woman alongside him...rocking on our porch, sipping iced tea. I love you Phil!
