Twenty-five years ago on this day, August 6
of the grand and glorious year 1988, my best friend met me at the front of a
church (just as I had predicted four years earlier to another
friend he would do). He was in black, I was in white, and that friend to
whom I had made my prediction stood on the other side of me with four others
wearing peach taffeta. My apologies, girls.
It has been a rip-roaring quarter of a century (sometimes quite literally) and I can think of no other person with whom I would want to share it. My better half, my other self, the pater familias of my world.
Here's to many more years, babe! I love ya!
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Will self destruct in 5... 4... 3... 2...
bwahaha
You made me LOL with your comment, Lyndy! It only took me 3 days, but I finally got it posted. : )
I think I still have that peach dress somewhere. I remember your veil catching on fire. Congrats on 25.... Wishing you 25 more!!
Thank you, Chena. If you look closely, you can still see some of the hole through the "window" in the box in which mom had my dress and veil sealed. lol
Congrats, Tyla and John. Now, let's hear about the veil catching on fire during the ceremony.
Haha, Susie. I might have to save that one for the 30th anniversary. : )
Sooo..... which church did you get married in? Just curious....
Love the post btw!
Lyndy, Bro. Jimmy Cushenberry married us at New Hope (in the old part, as you can tell). : )
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