I can’t believe I’ve been lucky enough to be married to the funniest, kindest, hottest man for 12 years! I adore him, and crazy enough, he seems to adore me too?!?
Twelve years ago today I put on my grandmother’s pure silk satin 1,000lb wedding dress, custom made by Neiman Marcus (no pressure to keep from spilling on that!), sweated my face off taking pictures in the hot, humid Nashville sun, and tried to ignore the giant fly swirling my head while I said my vows. The day was perfect. Truly.
We take a trip together every year as our anniversary gift to each other, and don’t really give tangible gifts when the actual date rolls around. (Unless you count me saying, “Look honey, you got me this for our anniversary! Isn’t it cute?! Thanks babe!”)
I decided to make him something sentimental this year, so I scoured Etsy and found some really sweet prints:
But nothing was quite right (plus, I didn’t think of it in time to arrive by today!). So I just decided to make my own, since I knew what I wanted to say and what colors. I think I’ll end up getting one of the above prints eventually, but for now, he loved this.
Nothing says “love” like potty art, right?
At least I know he’ll see it everyday! You’re a good man, Mr. Sugarplum, and I’m a lucky girl to be your wife…I love you!