Ten years. A decade. I remember rather well what it felt like to turn ten years old. I was immensely proud of having two digits to mark my numerical age instead of just one. I also remember feeling like I’d accrued a great deal of knowledge and besides learning how to drive a car I was pretty close to knowing all the things I needed to know in order to be an adult. (The truth is I probably had learned more about the world than I ought to have known!) That was what it felt like to be a ten year old looking forward. But as a thirty-three year old looking backward, I see only how much more there was (and is) to learn.
The final day of June next week will mark ten years of being married to Greg. Yes, if you’re doing the math that means we were mere babes, just 23. Some people certainly thought we were crazy. Other people came right out and told us we were crazy. I suppose we were.
It was one of those hot, hot summer days. Those days that are so hot that a thunderstorm just hangs in the heavens, behind the sunny haze waiting to crash through. We’d planned an outdoor wedding with no indoor back-up plan. Though the wind threatened to ruin every photo by keeping my veil permanently suspended in air, anyone who knows me well knows that the wind was mightily welcomed by me.
The thunderstorm did eventually arrive but by then we were safely stowed away inside eating dinner. If I had to do the wedding day all over again, I wouldn’t change a thing (well, maybe the big pouffy ivory dress part!) If I had to do the ten years of marriage that followed, I wouldn’t change anything either (except maybe the big pouffy ivory dress that hangs in my closet doing nothing part!) I stand now with that dichotomous feeling – that the time has both flown by in the blink of an eye and that it has been filled with so many different moments I couldn’t possibly see all the ways we’ve grown and loved in those 10 years.
The best part? I still get to share every day with Greg – my best friend, my lover, my soul mate. Grow old along with me, the best is yet to come.
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I remember that day. It was a gorgeous day. The clouds parted for a brief moment in time, and let the sun shine its glorious rays upon us passing souls 🙂
I too remember that day.( love your photos Liz and your writing style in this and all your blogs). The day is a bit of a blur as I was very jet lagged, having returned “home”, to my parents’ basement, at age 51, after 22 years overseas, an international career, in time for your day and being in awe of your love, your/our family, the beautiful ceremony, and all that you were embarking on… And rather shell shocked, myself, culture shock not having quite taken over my being,yet, HA!! and not knowing at all what the fates had in store. Wow that was ten years ago now!. We’ve come a long way…. just saying… I wish you both a very very happy tenth anniversary … and love to the beautiful babes
What a great day it was! … and even greater 10 yrs after… another 10 yrs from now…