All this talk about weddings and reading Rama Hughes story of meeting his wife, got me thinking, of course, about my own wedding so many years ago.
I think I've talked about it before, but I met Tony through my college roommate, he is her brother. We met, had some fun with friends and that night, with NO reason, I dreamed a very interesting dream (no, not that kind of dream) and woke up knowing that I would marry him someday. I didn't see him again for a few years, and we started dating about 4 years after we first met. Poor thing didn't know that he was a marked man but he took it well when I told him.
He designed our wedding invitations, and with a friend, printed them on a hand press down at the South Street SeaPort museum. A quiet, but romantic man, he has kept the rest of the invitations in a little packet and I always know where it is. Many times I have been tempted to "get rid of that old pile of papers" but never have the heart to do it, and am always glad.
Still love him like crazy.