This photo was taken on August 24, 1969.
Yes, I married my sweetheart 46 years ago!
I know that sounds like a looooong time ago, and I guess 46 years is a pretty long time.
But, I was a child bride. No, really, I was! That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it.
I fed him cake.
And he fed me cake.
We awkwardly attempted the traditional wedding toast.
And I still have the champagne glasses we used for that toast. I've displayed remnants of my wedding bouquet in the champagne glasses.
In the late 50's, it was popular to give a bride-to-be a wedding bridge party. I've decorated a wreath with some bridge tallies left over from some of the wedding parties my mother hosted.
It's usually wise for me to give my sweetheart advance notice of our upcoming anniversary. I hope he has noticed this not-so-subtle reminder.
Of course, the real metamorphosis is us 46 years later. Aren't you glad I lost that big flip in my hair?
Happy Anniversary to the man who is my best friend and is still my sweetheart. Thank you for coming to my anniversary celebration.
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