Earl and I were married in front of a creek lined with tiger lilies in a holler in Kentucky, technically Daniel Boone National Forest, on paper in my parents' front yard, a blueberry farm. The weather bloomed sunny and warm as I dressed in the loft bedroom with my best friend from high school helping me as my maid of honor.
 |
| Here's a photo of our newly ringed fingers on our wedding day. |
 |
| And here are our much older hands today. The rings are still intact. |
People who say marriage is easy, well good for them. I think marriage is full of ups and downs, some spectacularly joyous moments and some sad moments when you aren't sure this is going to work.
If you keep plugging along each rolls into the next and maybe you'll find yourself married to the same man 25 years later, planning ways to make life even more exciting, liked moving to France.
 |
| My hair looks pretty big here, but I clearly adore my groom. |
 |
| Still in love 25 years later, with flowers in my hair and a bouquet picked from my yard. |
