Navigating the sticky, jam-covered road of life.  

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Feels like it was just yesterday and forever ago all at the same time.

Six years ago, this past Sunday, I married an incredible man.  You know, I really don't remember most of the details.  That day flew by in a blur.  My clearest memory is actually of scooting our chairs together before the Mass had started.  Sounds weird, but the chairs were like 2.5 feet apart.  We sat down, took one look at each other, stood up, and moved the chairs closer.  I just couldn't bear to be sitting that far away from him.  That hasn't changed.  Not even a bit.  

There isn't any place I'd rather be, or anyone else I'd rather be with.  I can't fathom that there would ever be a better partner for me out there.  

Happy Anniversary, Babe.  Love you so much!  


natasha the exile on Mom Street said...


We just celebrated our 6th in January, and it seemed the same to me. As if it happened a lifetime ago, and also like there was no way 6 years had gone by!

Anonymous said...

May your happiness extend another 60 years! Love, DAD

Anonymous said...

Happy Anniversary! I remember well being in your wedding. Angela, my most distinct memory is of someone (your mom or sister?) carefully feeding you a cheeseburger shortly before the ceremony, because you remembered that you had not eaten all day. Go figure. Anyway, best wishes for many more great years to come.

Anonymous said...

I remember a couple who had a special look that day and they had it when I saw them two weeks ago. Always be happy. Grandma