Tomorrow, Motor Man and I celebrate our seventeenth wedding anniversary. Today, I’m sharing a post from a couple of years ago. Those of you new to the blog may enjoy reading about our special day. (And for my long-time readers, I hope you’ll oblige me the rerun.)
Our wedding took place on 02/02/02. Motor Man had proposed in November, 2001, and we immediately began looking at possible wedding dates after the first of the new year. When I told him that the date of the first Saturday in February would be 02/02/02, that clinched it. He knew he’d never forget his anniversary.
We were thrilled to be given permission to marry at historic Bacon’s Castle, a local landmark to which my family has strong ties. (If you’re new to the blog and would like to read more, type Bacon’s Castle in the search to read previous posts.)
The officiant at our wedding was a pastor who was (and is) the chaplain at our local race track. On the afternoon of our wedding, everything was in place for our 2:00 ceremony, but as of about 1:45, the pastor still had not arrived. Motor Man was pacing that well-worn floor, and the ladies who were helping me were getting very antsy. One even commented: “It only takes three people to have a wedding, and one of them is not here!”. The pastor arrived a few minutes to two with just enough time to have his boutonniere pinned on by some very
perturbed anxious ladies. Then he and Motor Man went to wait for me at the front of the room where we were to take our vows. We decided to start the ceremony at 2:02…..02/02/02 at 2:02.
Marshall escorted me “down the aisle” to Martina McBride’s rendition of “My Valentine”.
Motor Man and I chose not to have attendants. My late sister, June, was seated on the front row and held my bouquet while Motor Man and I exchanged rings.
Prior to the ceremony, Motor Man placed my wedding ring on his pinkie for safe- keeping. His brother-in-law, Mike, took this picture as our wedding began.
Although we had a professional photographer, we were somewhat disappointed in our photos. We particularly wanted a picture of us taken outside in front of the Castle. But, as you can see, this wasn’t exactly what we had in mind.
Our friends and family took many pictures following the ceremony and at our reception. This one, taken by our friend, Linda, is one of our favorites.
Happy Seventeenth, Motor Man. I look forward to celebrating with you this weekend.
~These Days Of Mine~