You can call me Betty, or...
Sometimes I like to look through old pictures. Here is a picture from our wedding back in 2007. I feel self conscious about how I look in these pictures, but at the time, all I could think of was how overwhelmed with love I was.
Up until about age 20, I swore I’d never get married. Actually, funny story about that. Sam & I dated for a short time when I was a jr and he was a sr in high school. He was serious about our relationship, suggesting we get married after college. This freaked me out and (eventually) I broke up with him. We ended up getting married when we were 21, probably at the age we would’ve both still been in college if we would’ve actually stayed for the whole 4 years.
Sometimes I have a small regret about getting married when so many others don’t have the chance yet. Also a small part of the rebellious me wants to rebel against the system/The Man, and live in SIN. :) But I wouldn’t say I regret getting married. I love Sam. He’s my best friend and partner. We’re not the best room-mates, but he makes me laugh every day.
This mushy post brought to you by: Al’s thoughts about officiating her friend’s wedding ceremony in May.