Tomorrow is September 1. That happens to be the anniversary of the day that I got a husband and new last name. The third anniversary, to be exact. It was a pretty great day, but the ones since have been even better.
I thought it would be fun to look back at that spectacular day when we invited of our friends and family to travel to our destination wedding, in the middle of central Tennessee, to a small town called Bell Buckle, where we got married, in a beautiful, old, red barn.
I sat beside you and became myself. – Joshua Radin
Three years down, five billion gazillion to go.