Our Anniversary

Ten years ago today I married my high school sweetheart. We were both nineteen. It was a quiet and simple ceremony in our little country church. I wore a plain, lavender dress. My groom wore a borrowed suit and a sunflower tie (in honor of my love of those flowers). I got to the church late. I cannot remember if there was music but I do remember my father walking me down the short aisle and leaving me beside my husband-to-be.

I don't remember what the preacher said, except that he left "obey" out of the vows because I had insisted on that - silly feminist that I was. I was nervous that I would not be able to get my husband's band on his finger. When the preacher said, "You may kiss the bride," we wouldn't stop kissing, to the amusement and embarrassment of those gathered there. Then, it was over and I was left with a feeling of pure joy.

Ten years later, I still have that feeling. In fact, I love him more today than I did then. My love is more pure and selfless than it was all those years ago. Tonight we are going to dinner - just the two of us. There will probably be much gazing into each others eyes and hand holding. I am sure there will also be many stolen kisses. Tomorrow is just another day but today is special - the anniversary of the best day of my life. So here's to ten years down and many more to come.