Just a mere six months prior to our wedding you could define our relationship as acquaintances. We knew each other through an old ex of mine, but as fate would have it we ended up ’on our first date’.
One thing led to another and here we are fourteen years later. Paul may have a Master’s Degree in Biology, but today we celebrate 14 years of his lack of any common sense.
Now, for your viewing pleasure, I present a pictorial of our wedding in Jamaica. Please try to refrain from making fun of my hairstyle and the cumulus cloud-like appendages flowing from my shoulders because I had it goin’ on! Shut up, I did.
First, the wedding card he gave me (See, I knew he was a keeper).
Though a beach wedding was planned we opted for a small tropical alcove to keep from melting in the Jamaican heat. The resort provided a minister from the Salvation Army and our witnesses. Denise was my maid of honor and Steve was the best man. Steve may or may not be to blame for my husband actually following through as he fed him a shot or four before the ceremony; apparently Paul looked nervous to him.
Here I am signing the marriage license. “Is this legal in the U.S.?...No, really is it?”
A toast with our new friends…”Thank you, Steve, for getting him shnockered!”
Here we are slicing the resort provided traditional wedding cake of rum and fruit. Somewhat reminiscent of fruitcake, but surprisingly good…must have been the rum!
‘Dum dum de dum….walking down the
Oh, and a shout out to my Fraughter, Happy Birthday!