Eight years ago today…
Thelma woke up at 6AM and promptly threw up. Nerves are a magical thing.
The Len washed two cars with the help of his best man.
Thelma ordered a muffin and coffee from Tim Horton’s on the way to get her hair done. She only managed to drink the coffee.
The Len arrived at my sister’s house to pick me up, only to find out I wasn’t ready yet. (Typical, yes?)
We met family at Sam Lawrence Park for photos before the ceremony, where The Len had trouble finding his smile and Thelma burnt to a crisp.
We went through the Tim Horton’s drive through with the best man and matron of honour and ordered a half dozen fruit explosion muffins. (Fruit explosion muffins… white dress.)
The Len tried to help the minister locate the church registry we needed to sign so we could be considered married in the eyes of the church.
Thelma tried to figure out why The Len was walking back and forth so much, and looking worried.
We exchanged vows before God, family and friends, exchanged rings, lit a unity candle and signed paperwork between photos.
We had an amazing party with more people than we remembered inviting, and an incredible spread of food that neither of us remember eating.
We stopped at Shopper’s Drug Mart to buy ice packs and aloe vera gel on the way to our hotel in an attempt to ease the pain of the sunburn.
Eight years ago two best friends chose to spend the rest of their lives together.
We couldn’t be more blessed!