Today is our eleventh wedding anniversary.
Eleven years ago today, I was probably on my way to the church to get dressed. Only a couple warring bridesmaids, one annoyed mother-in-law, and a June day in Arizona. I still remember a moment I took alone in the sanctuary before it all began. The flowers had been placed and they looked and smelled so pretty. I'm still a big fan of stargazer lilies for that memory.
The ceremony began with "Scotland the Brave". Imagine the drumroll at the beginning. I was told the whole congregation jumped out of their seats with the first sound. I had our friend Bill on the drums, and my in-laws' friend on the bagpipes. It was a good start for a wedding, in my opinion: A bit startling, sort of comical, slightly formal, slightly odd. That's the beginning of a marriage, huh? Not sure what song I'd pick to typify the eleventh year.
While someone else thinks about that, I'm going out to dinner and a show with my husband.