(Yes I know I missed last week, call it a brain fart)
So for Photo Friday this week, I pulled photos from the old days. Here are a few photos from my wedding, December 20, 1993.
We got married in the living room of the justice of the peace. It was a beautiful room, decorated for Christmas. His wife was baking gingerbread cookies in the kitchen so the smell was magnificent.
The big kiss! My sister was my matron of honor and her (now ex) husband was Hubster's best man. We made the flowers ourselves, not bad I must say.
Back before Hubster turned grey-headed.
The rings. We had put Hubster's ring on layaway and hadn't paid it off yet. That morning I went to where we bought it and asked if they'd let me give them the diamond ring that Dad gave me in place of it just so I could put that ring on his finger that day. He was shocked! I wish I had that photo to share but it's only in my head (and always will be). It made my sister cry.