Six

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Six years ago on this date, a cloudless fall day dawned in Austin, Texas.  I woke before my alarm went off.  I felt excited, yet calm.  I went to the window and gazed out onto the city skyline.  I smiled as I remembered the end of the previous evening, sitting on my king-sized bed, surrounded by best friends and sisters, having a serious giggle fest.  

Six years ago, it was my wedding day.  And it was awesome.

Durel and I had been engaged for about a year, after one lovely spring day when he asked and I answered.  We lived in Washington, DC at the time.



Since then, we had finished school and moved back to Austin.  We rented a house, got a dog, and planned our big day.  


When the day dawned, we got dressed up and said our vows.  And we meant them.  And I cried.  And then, I realized that I wasn't as clever as I thought by hiding a Kleenex in my cleavage, because I couldn't go cleavage-diving for it with everyone in the world watching me.  And then, in a move that speaks volumes, Durel calmly handed me a Kleenex, because he had one in his pocket, because he knew that I would cry.


Since then, Durel and I have done a lot.

We took our (belated, rescheduled by hurricane, after the bar exam) honeymoon in Colorado.


I was indoctrinated.  (Check blog name for proof of total submission.)


We got another dog. 



We saw red rocks and saw many of our friends get married, one mile high.


We got ready.


And then we were three.


And that totally rocks.


Thanks for the past six years, D.  I can't wait to see when the next six hold for us.  And the six after that, and after that...


Stopping *just* short of getting too mushy for my own good.

Life is good.
Heather

5 comments:

  1. Happiest of happy anniversaries!

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  2. I just love seeing all of these photos and getting a glimpse at your earlier years! Such a happy story, and there is so much of the story left! Happy day to you two.

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  3. Oh my gosh. This post is amazing. I love it.

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  4. Nicely done. Sentiment without mush. On said morning, the cloudless fall day - I was hung over and excited! And glad Kristina was there to do my make-up!!! Time flies, doesn't it?

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Saturday, October 22, 2011

Six

Six years ago on this date, a cloudless fall day dawned in Austin, Texas.  I woke before my alarm went off.  I felt excited, yet calm.  I went to the window and gazed out onto the city skyline.  I smiled as I remembered the end of the previous evening, sitting on my king-sized bed, surrounded by best friends and sisters, having a serious giggle fest.  

Six years ago, it was my wedding day.  And it was awesome.

Durel and I had been engaged for about a year, after one lovely spring day when he asked and I answered.  We lived in Washington, DC at the time.



Since then, we had finished school and moved back to Austin.  We rented a house, got a dog, and planned our big day.  


When the day dawned, we got dressed up and said our vows.  And we meant them.  And I cried.  And then, I realized that I wasn't as clever as I thought by hiding a Kleenex in my cleavage, because I couldn't go cleavage-diving for it with everyone in the world watching me.  And then, in a move that speaks volumes, Durel calmly handed me a Kleenex, because he had one in his pocket, because he knew that I would cry.


Since then, Durel and I have done a lot.

We took our (belated, rescheduled by hurricane, after the bar exam) honeymoon in Colorado.


I was indoctrinated.  (Check blog name for proof of total submission.)


We got another dog. 



We saw red rocks and saw many of our friends get married, one mile high.


We got ready.


And then we were three.


And that totally rocks.


Thanks for the past six years, D.  I can't wait to see when the next six hold for us.  And the six after that, and after that...


Stopping *just* short of getting too mushy for my own good.

Life is good.
Heather
 
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