Memories ( Lucky Number 7)

7 years ago today, Riz and I arrived bleary- eyed at the courthouse  in Elmira, York  to finally make our marriage official.  After a week of celebrations, 2 ceremonies and 2 receptions, we were just ready to get the heck on that plane to Maui.  Riz donned his tuxedo pants from night before and fisherman’s hat he’d packed for the honeymoon.   I don’t think I had an ounce of make-up on and my hair was still wet from the shower.  We were a sight.

It’s funny how memories take on a warm and fuzzy quality as the years go by.  At the time, all I wanted to do was sign the papers and leave.  Now, it’s one of my favorite parts of the entire wedding week.  Same with babies.  When you’re getting up with them in  the  middle of the night, you can’t wait for them to grow up already.  Then, when they throw their yogurt cup on the floor (that was this morning), you reminisce  about how easy it was when they couldn’t walk or talk back;  when all they ever wanted was for you to gently rock them to sleep.  Memories.  Funny stuff.

Here’s to 7 years of memories and many, many more!

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