Now...
Ten Years ago we got married.
It was a windy Nevada day. We got up together, had leftover pizza for breakfast, got dressed up together, and drove into town. Nothing traditional about us!
It was Easter Sunday on March 30th. The preacher's house was a light blue ranch on the corner of Raven Circle (Jerry thought that a fitting name for marrying a witch born on Halloween!) The preacher was 98 years old and shorter than me. He truly resembled a Keebler elf. My Aunt Gayle was our witness slash photographer. The ceremony was straightforward and traditional. Somewhere we have a cassette tape of our spoken words. Between my dress, Jerry's suit, our rings, a few sundries, and the preacher's fee we spent roughly $1000.
Hey, a wedding is a one shot deal, girls. It's the marriage that counts. And a happy one it is at that. Through good times and bad we gee and haw.
Happy Anniversary Baby!
