My father saw my anniversary post and set immediately to work scanning my wedding photos! Isn’t he a peach?
Here’s one:
Somebody seriously needed to talk to me about those bangs. But isn’t my dress gorgeous? It was my mother-in-law’s. She wore it in 1960, Scott’s sister wore it in 1986 (in that very same church!), and they were so kind and offered it to me in 1994. I loved it. But I loved that boy even more.
Well, our scanner isn’t hooked up and all the pictures-of-pictures I took with my digital camera (after ransacking old photo albums) are fuzzy and dark, so there goes my plan to post adorable pictures of the babies we were fourteen years ago on our wedding day. See what I mean? Fuzzy.
Can’t say I didn’t know what I was getting into…sort of.
This has been a very long afternoon, waiting for him to come home from work. Still two hours to go. I shall pass the time visiting the blogs of other people brilliant enough to get married on May 14, 1994. (Cheers, Christine and Amy!)
Other ways I have passed the time this afternoon:
• watching a new Signing Time DVD that Rilla got for her birthday
• sitting on the front step scanning the sky for DOPTERS! and AH-PANES!
• sitting on the front step admiring my beeyootiful new flowers I got for Mother’s Day
• sitting on the front step protecting Rilla from the ants that she is sure are going to eat her
• sitting on the front step listening to my son catalogue the cars and trucks that go by
I’m guessing my long afternoon has been considerably more pleasant than Scott’s at work. But still. One hour and fifty minutes to go. Hurry home, best friend.