(Our son asked why my hair looked like this. I told him that back then "chi" was not a household name.)
It is hard to believe we have been married twenty years today. Our wedding caused a bit of a stir in my little home town. Even though I tend to be fairly traditional, I have always marched to my own beat. Small towns notice things like unusual wedding cakes (we ordered carrot cake), wedding bouquets that aren't the norm (I carried Dad's favorite flower, the calla lily). We wanted to have a small wedding in the chapel of my church by candle light. At the time, this was unheard of, but we pulled it off and it was the beautiful, intimate wedding we had hoped for. All things considered, we had a good day...until the reception.
At the reception, we discovered that despite what our travel agent told us, we needed either a birth certificate or a passport to get into Jamaica. So we left the party in the 1990 Ford Festiva otherwise known as "the skate", headed back to my apartment in Charlotte and proceeded to tear the place apart looking for my birth certificate.
After many phone calls and finally locating our documents, we left for Jamaica a day later. When we arrived, it was pouring down rain and we felt like our honeymoon was doomed. The next day though, we awoke in our ocean front suite and looked out to a beautiful rainbow over the ocean. The rest of the week was wonderful.
I hesitated to share this with you, but decided to anyway, hoping it is not too offensive...
Mr. forgot to pack his underpants, so each day before we headed to the pool, he would wash his only pair in the sink and leave them hanging on the ceiling fan to dry. I would love to know what the maids were thinking when they came in to clean the room each day :)