Five Years

Five years ago, on this Saturday of 2003, Mike and I got married. It was a semi-cloudy day, but still warm, with a little bit of rain. I was 19 and he was 20 and we had about 170 friends and family members packed into a very warm but lovely little church with a center aisle.

I remember getting ready with the girls and my mom and sisters in the morning, having them lace up my dress and telling me I looked beautiful.



I remember walking down the aisle after my bridesmaids, to the instrumental Celtic song I'd picked out when I was about 15, and which I'd had planned out and timed for years. I looked straight at Mike, but knew he would make me cry just looking at him, so I turned my gaze to all the family at the front pews, who were also making me cry.

I remember standing in the lovely green park having photos taken in front of the water and on the bridge, watching our wedding party laughing and taking silly shots.



I remember how wonderful it felt to stand in the middle of the reception hall, seeing my reflection in the sliding balcony door, the white twinkling lights, candle glow and that remarkable feeling when you walk across the room with your lovely white dress trailing behind.

I remember my first dance with Mike, and how half way through he pulled a disposable camera out of his pocket and took our traditional Mike and Sabring shot, of which we have dozens already, some perfectly angled, some accidentally looking up our noses...



And I remember all the past anniversaries, including fireworks at the Butchart Gardens, a concert, a night at a B&B, dinners in downtown Victoria, picnics at Beacon Hill Park, and even our quick lunch today at Mr. Mike's before Mike went to work.



It's been the best five years and I can't wait for the next five!