Amanda pointed out as we turned down the driveway this evening that tomorrow marks sixteen years. 16. One six. Seems like just yesterday we walked down the aisle, got all emotional in front of our friends, and had a good laugh when the minister nearly forgot to tell us to kiss.
And what better way to finish off the day than knocking loose the fuel pump relay in my truck, thereby leaving it stranded in the only no-parking zone in Jackson County…
Here’s to many more memories, sweetie! Thanks for baking me a cake with my favorite frosting! Re-creating our wedding cake is, indeed, a fine tradition that we should be more careful to uphold.