Once a year on our anniversary I dust off the 20 pound wedding album and remember our magical day. We got married on a bluff overlooking the Pacific Ocean with a full military sword detail.
After we were pronounced husband and wife we walked down the aisle under outstretched swords, holding the tiny hands of my three-year-old, shy stepson. The same stepson who is now 18 and in October will join the United States Marine Corp like his father.
His little brother came as a surprise in our second year of marriage. He is now a teenager almost as tall as me.
Of course Ally was there! She left her baby son in Seattle to be in my California wedding and videotape everything. I couldn't have asked for a better bridesmaid or friend.
So for all you married folks I have some advice. Whenever you get angry at your spouse ask yourself this one, simple question: "Would this have mattered on our wedding day?"
This post is dedicated to my loving husband of fifteen years, who actually reads our blog. I love you more than I did on our wedding day!