Happy Anniversary, Didgeridoo Boy!

Two years ago today Didgeridoo Boy and I hauled off and got married. In a courthouse, even. And without letting hardly anyone know what we were up to. So, yes, I suppose you could say we eloped - - but the courthouse is just five minutes from our house. I suppose that makes it a stay-lopement, no? (Actually, I kind of like that.)

His sister was our only guest, and snapped the only pictures of the fateful event:

We were about to fall over - and to be honest, I kind of wish we had.

There was to have been a bigger wedding, and there were talks of having a great big "wedding wedding" with invitations and a dress and cake and all that well after the actual hitching, but we haven't gotten around to it. Who knows if we ever will? I kind of want to. But then again, I know what he might do amongst people, and that makes me nervous. Not scared, just nervous. Didge with an audience is something I've not seen in twenty years, but I KNOW what the man will do. But back to that day - his sister took us out to dinner, and then we came home and had eclairs and pink champagne. The next evening, my parents had a tiny, quiet reception, their entire yard still lit up with enough Christmas lights to be seen clearly from the International Space Station. We had a chocolate cake with a Lego "Frankenstein" couple on top - - of which no pictures turned out.

Would I have done anything differently? Yes. I would make sure we fell during that kiss. And I really wish I would have thought to grab one of those huge packs of fireworks that come out for the New Year festivities. Bottle rockets would have been awesome.

The mention of bottle rockets has me wanting to plan a "wedding wedding" again.

And that said, enjoy your weekend!