Saturday afternoon, I went into our little town to do some shopping on Main Street.
As I rounded the corner from the side street where I’d parked, I saw something that brought an immediate smile to my face. I was glad that I had my camera.
Their photographer was walking along in front of them, taking pictures. I managed to crop him out of my photo.
What is it about seeing a bride and groom that automatically makes us smile?
The weekly smile photo was absent last week. I know that you all missed it. Well, maybe one or two of you. So, by popular demand, it’s back.
Technically, I should have posted this photo last week, since that was our anniversary. But last week’s blog was already pretty busy with Motor Man’s wardrobe “malfunctions”. See here and here if you missed those.
But back to the smile photo: the day of our wedding, I had my camera with me almost the entire day. During our reception, I wanted to get a photo of our wedding cake before it was cut, so I asked Motor Man to hold my bouquet for just a second.
Of course, I HAD to get a picture of that too. Since so many of our friends were also taking pictures that day, we received several copies of this photo taken from different angles.
Motor Man has been a good sport about it, although he’s teased Marshall quite a bit about the smile on his face.
Just another photo that makes me smile. Every time.
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9 years ago today, I became
Mrs. Motor Man. Motor Woman. I became Motor Man’s wife. We were married on 02-02-02 at 2:02.
We both liked that date. I thought it was romantic with all the 2’s. He wanted a wedding date that was easy to remember. So far, that’s been working out well for him.
We were given permission to be married in Bacon’s Castle, which made the day even more special.
Just before the ceremony, a nervous groom, a happy bride, and her handsome son, ready to escort her “down the aisle”.
This photo was taken by my brother-in-law, Mike, during the ceremony. Since we didn’t have attendants, Motor Man put my wedding ring on his finger until time to put it on mine. This picture has always been one of my favorites.
Our reception was held at Smithfield Station, a local restaurant. That began a tradition; we celebrate our anniversary there each year.
Happy Anniversary, Motor Man! Somehow I love you even more now than I did on 02-02-02.