4 years ago today, we were married.
That was awesome, in that we had a no-stress wedding with 5 guests at a church. My dress was $4 at a thrift store, and the ceremony was done by our pastor who had been a friend of the family since before Mark was born. It was simple, no frills, and I will never regret that.
But let’s commemorate something else– 7 days before the wedding.
We had driven up to Roan Mountain on a whim. As we neared the top, great gusts of wind sent swirling snow all across the road. It was October 17th. There had been a slight chill in the air in the valley, but this was a surprise. We had stepped into Wonderland.
We started down the path, and the trees were thick with icy snow. We were nowhere near appropriately dressed!
Mark munched on a conifer.
Oh, it was cold.
The wind had blown the trees into hard frozen sculptures.
This almost looks like a different day, but was the same trip.
I love you, Honey. This day was special for us both and every day has been Wonderland since! Of course, that means some days I feel like I fell down the rabbit hole and such… but I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Happy Anniversary.