Eleven

Stayed up late.
Early morning.
My favorite kind of overcast day.
Orange juice, bagels, and lots of pampering with my girls.
Stopped at DQ on the way to the church for a lime star.
Makeup.
The dress...my dress.
Mom helping with the veil.
The walk down the aisle, alone with my groom.
Pictures with him, pictures with friends, pictures with family...lots of pictures.
And lots of wind.
The wait.  The moments before the two became one.
The humorous trip to the bathroom.
Trena made sure I looked good.
Daddy seemed nervous. 
Shout to the Lord in the sanctuary while we waited in the back.
The beautiful pipe organ said it was time.
The second walk, again in slow motion, this time surrounded by witnesses.
The charge.  The vows.  The rings.
Willing the unity candle to stay lit.  It did.
The song, and the sun broke through.
Great Is Your Faithfulness.
The celebration.
Greeting our guests.
Bubbles and rose petals.
More pictures, just us.  Just us.
The reception, the cake, the groom's cake, the friends.  The really good food.
The second leaving, this time to sparklers.
The Little Brown Truck.  Again.
My tired feet.
Shut the door.

That is how it went, just eleven short years ago.

I love you, Jeffrey.  Then, now, and always.  Happy anniversary.