Eight years married today. It was kind of weird though as we were married in Australia and the day was so hot we got quite badly sunburnt and yet today it snowed all day and was bitterly cold so no obvious memory jolts!
We went out to dinner to celebrate.
I'm sure my parents are assuming 'we' means K and I. But nope. 'We' is all four of us. lack of babysitters and all that, but you know it was great. We spent the meal telling the girls about our wedding. They were so cute with their reactions- why were aunts and uncles and cousins invited but they weren't invited?? Daddy got married in English??? How?? Mummy wore a dress down to her toes? How did she find one so big?? And tell me again why Meg and Amy weren't even invited?
While we were waiting for our very yummy meal- 5 course Italian and even the kids' meal came in courses- swisho, huh? the girls drew pictures on serviettes of the wedding they just heard about based on what we were telling them. And this is what we got:
On the left is Amy's picture of me looking happy, K looking shocked that he has to get married in English and lots of hearts and bubbles with initials in it: K, H, L for love, and S for sunshine.
In the middle is Meg's picture of the day before the wedding. There's only a few hearts and I'm saying 'I'm looking forward to tomorrow!' and K is agreeing 'Mmm, me, too.'
Bottom right is Meg's picture of the wedding day. An explosion of hearts, flowers, sunshine, a long dress and K in a neck tie.
Thanks girls and here's to many more years to come!