13 Years Ago….

July 15, 1995

Brian and I often go have lunch or dinner at McDonald’s for our anniversary—after all, it is where we met. But after all the traveling we’ve been doing, neither of us is exactly in the mood to either drive anyplace or eat fast food. Still, we do have to pick up the dog from the kennel, and we really need groceries; so it looks like we’ll be going out anyway.

We had a lovely wedding. It was held at my parents’ house on Lake Marquette, in Bemidji, before they moved to Florida. The ceremony was right on the beach, with the pastor of my hometown church officiating. My friends Heather and Jeff, who were then engaged, played the processional and recessional music on their instruments—trombone and French horn, if I remember right. Sabrina did the Scripture readings. My confirmation teacher gave a little talk on the subject of marriage. My sister, Amy, was my maid of honor; and Brian’s friend Jonathan was best man.

There were about a hundred guests at our wedding, including my maternal grandparents and Brian’s two grandmas. The reception was held under a canopy tent in the front yard. My parents, with some help from church ladies and relatives, made all the food (except the cake). We even had a bit of dancing in the garage.

It was a lovely and perfect day…..well, maybe not “perfect,” for whose wedding truly is? But it was very nice indeed. Several people commented that it was the nicest wedding they’d ever been to. They were probably just saying that to make us feel good, but I don’t care. It was the nicest wedding I’ve ever been to, and that’s a fact. :p