A Daily Thing

9 years ago today, I woke up at 5 and my first thought was ‘I’m getting married!’.  It was still night outside.  I remember putting on my wedding dress (dark pink and dark red), then a shirt over it and sneakers (which looked awesome…) to avoid disasters while getting my hair and make-up done.  I remember fishing out of the fridge the hair pins that had spent the night in the vegetable drawer to keep their flowers fresh.

I remember trying to manage on the cobblestones in the Aix-en-Provence town hall courtyard, with 9 cm heels (never again).  I remember standing during the ceremony and holding Christian’s hand the whole time.  I remember thinking ‘I hope at least one photograph of me looks decent’ (more than one did), and that rice at high speed hurts the teeniest amount.

I drank a lot of champagne.

Each year since then we add one little stone to a tiny ring, our anniversary ring.  I have small fingers so mine is getting full.  I can’t believe I can count up to 9 on it already.  God that went fast.