That was then:
June 16, 1984 - the faces of relief!This is now:
A bit more relaxed. I wore an orangish scarf that my mom made as an homage to our very 80s peach wedding color.
Also, here's a shot of our wedding cake back then:
Jeff's grandma turned the penguin salt and pepper shakers into a bride and groom for us - I think they are still so cute!
When we got engaged, I remember several grandparents telling me that marriage wasn't both of you putting in 50% - it was more like 85%. Which doesn't make mathematical sense, but if you've ever lived with someone for a while, you know it's the truth - you need to put in more than your share of effort if it's going to work. So far we've both put in our 85% often enough to make a go of this crazy thing called marriage...it's not always sunshine and rainbows, but I can't imagine doing this with anyone else. Annnd, that's about as mushy as I'm going to get here - neither of us go in for social media declarations of love (compatibility index: high).
Now, about those forks...when we got married, we registered for all the standard stuff - everyday dishes, china, stainless steel flatware, towels, etc - and were lucky enough to receive a bounty of gifts that, to this day, I can pretty much tell you who each item came from. We received 12 place settings of our flatware. About a year ago, when I had dividers put in my silverware drawer, I counted everything as I put them in the drawer. I only have eight forks now. Where are the rest of them? I guess over the course of 30 years, losing four forks isn't a lot, but dang it, I like our silverware, and this pattern isn't available anymore (except occasionally on replacements.com, where a single fork costs nearly as much as the entire five-piece place setting did back in 1984). Just another great mystery of marriage, I guess.
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