Eight Years

“A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you.” 
― Elbert Hubbard

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I wore my mother's dress and carried white roses. My parents walked me down the aisle to a solitary flute playing the Love Theme from Romeo and Juliet. My veil fell off in the middle of the ceremony and the priest announced us to the congregation by the wrong names. My knees went weak when he kissed me. They still do today.

We drank champagne and ate cake. We danced with all of the kids. We were the first people to leave our own reception. 

We've spent the past eight years loving each other, making a family, shaping our community, chasing dreams, and being friends.

Happy anniversary to my best friend. Knowing you is my life's greatest joy.