Three years ago this morning, I was getting ready to marry your Daddy. Our wedding was on Long Island in June, and in the days leading up to the wedding, it was very very humid. Everyone kept saying, “It’s supposed to rain on Saturday! It’s supposed to rain on Saturday!” But I kept thinking if I wished hard enough, the sun would have to come out.
But sure enough, on the day of the wedding, it was raining. And so I was a little bit sad, mixed in with all the happiness. But only because I had spent a year planning our wedding so that it would be just perfect. And the weather was not cooperating.
Also, the woman who did my hair was kind of mean.
She decided that my hair should be done at 10:00 am, even though the wedding wasn’t until 3:00. So we ended up sitting around most of the day, trying not to mess up our hair.
And really, my hair looked a lot better before, as you can see here. I wanted hair like Debi Mazar in Good Fellas. I figured this would be easy to achieve on the North Shore of Long Island, and I was right.
Not everything was perfect that day, Mini. It rained. And my oldest friend, R, could not come because her mom was very sick. And we had to have everything inside, even though it would have been more beautiful outside.
But there were still some very beautiful things.
Like the tulips that decided to open at just at the right time.
And when Daddy got a little bit emotional during the ceremony.
And I got embarrassed.
And the cake! Oh the cake!
All of your aunts and uncles were there. They danced, and made cultural observations.
We even danced, your Daddy and I, even though we don’t usually do that. It was that kind of day.
And if there had been a sunset, well–we would have walked off into it.
Because even if it didn’t go exactly as I had planned it, it was still the most perfect of days. And just a little while later, you started growing in my tummy, and all of a sudden we got so busy that we never even made a book of all our pictures! And soon enough, we had two books full of pictures of you, but none of the day that made you possible.
And now we are a family. And I wish you could have been there to see it with us.
PS: I love you, Mr. Right-Click! Happy Anniversary.