We all know that time passes faster than we can grasp these days. Well, for me anyway. Long gone are those coveted dog days of summer. Sometimes, I wonder where does the time go? Is it passing too quickly to really relish in the beauty of the time we have?
But honestly with the passage of time, marks the milestones, the achievements, the WOW moments. Take for example today, today marks ten years that I was married to the love of my life. We sent out some invites to our closest friends, invited our families from New York and Vermont, rounded up some food, a cake, and a photographer and called it a wedding.
I often joke with my husband that he is very fortunate he married me when he did. Young and carefree. When you could throw a wedding together for a few grand. A beautiful wedding that really cut to the core of what marriage ceremonies should be. Not a show, but a union. A coming together of two people committing to spending their life together. I was never much for the Cinderella story, nor was I a little girl that had dreams of how perfect my wedding would be. For us the mountain top, the circle of loved ones, was just perfect. Not FairyTale perfect, real life beautiful.
Today we will take our girls back to the spot, the spot where we shared our love for one another and sealed it with some rings and a kiss. A kiss that was almost forgotten...That's a story for another day. And I will once again look into my love's eyes and give him a kiss and remember what a beautiful day it was. And the days that have followed, all 3,650 of them, give or take a day or two.
I wore my mother's wedding dress, that didn't need a stitch of an alteration, just a tender cleaning. Sugarloaf Mountain, Boulder, Colorado.