Years from now I'll remember that we were married on a brisk, beautiful October day. That my father walked me down the aisle and that my mother was there both in memory and in the funny turn of my short upper lip. That my sister and his best friend stood beside us but every single person present was just as integral in witnessing our marriage that day.
I'll remember that we had a sweet, small, and simple celebration - not because we wanted to leave anyone out but because it just felt right for so many reasons. That we settled our small guest list over beers on a patio one hot summer day, just the two of us, and spent the next three months planning for this day as little as possible.
I'll remember that he looked smashing in a suit we picked out months before for a different occasion but with this one very much in mind. And that I wore my grandmother's pearls and carried a bouquet of red gerberas and berries.
I'll remember that 'Here Comes the Sun' was the soundtrack to the day, courtesy of a very talented friend and his guitar. That we ended dinner with wedding pie instead of cake. And that there was no first dance, because, you see, our first dance happened nearly 10 years ago to the ever cheesy "Lady in Red." No dance could top that one, not even on our wedding day.
I'll remember that we picked our own vows, and made sure the words said during our ceremony were as sincere as our intentions in making the promises we did. And that we capped off the night just as we have so many others - in a pub with friends, drinking, laughing, living.
Years from now, I'll look at these photographs - and so many others - and remember that not a thing between us changed from the day before our wedding to the day after. But it was just such a wonderful day and I'm already so happy we had it.