Remembering how my special-order contact ripped one week before and I was sure I would either have to wear my coke-bottle glasses in my wedding pics or not see one thing that we had so carefully planned (it arrived the day before the wedding).
I remember Jeff taking a sip of the wine during the communion and me draining the WHOLE cup during my turn (no idea what I was thinking!!). I still remember the priest's expression when he looked into the challis...and Jeff rolling his eyes.
I remember my uncle who had enjoyed a little too many "beverages" congratulating Jeff's cousin, Pat, on his marriage....thinking he was Jeff.
We had this cute idea to change into black and white sweats...carefully decorated to look like a bride and groom...so that we could dance and not trash the "weddin' clothes". Cute, eh? At the reception...it was. We looked like total dorks on the plane to Jamaica the next day, though. (How I talked Jeff into this is beyond me. He's a trooper!)
Jeff's dad had ball caps made with our names and the wedding date on them. He distributed those to the wedding party on the evening of the rehearsal. The priest even used it in his sermon during the ceremony. We still have a couple of those knocking around the house.
I remember how the limo to take us down to the airport didn't show. My dad was not a happy camper with that company. But Jeff's best man/college roommate and his look-a-like cousin/recent roommate chauffeured us...way more fun than being driven by some stranger.
And while it is amusing to recall those special details, the important one that stands out for me is that we made a commitment to one another before God...for better or worse, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer. Each of our days has fallen into one of those categories...and each day teaches us more about ourselves and each other. With seventeen years behind us, I'm already looking forward to what tomorrow and the days ahead bring.