somebody's wife

Hubs is currently out at a bachelor party for one of our good friends. They went golfing this morning, and are probably currently scarfing down some burgers and beers right now before they all head into Boston. He came home to change right after golfing and it sounds like they've got a great group of guys together (I love alliteration, don't you?)(PS- the golfing was made possible by the fact that I got Hubs a set of golf clubs for his b-day - and I HATE golfing so that means I basically gave him time away from me as a gift. Am I the best person ever or what?)

The wedding is in a few weeks, and then there will be two more weddings this summer. That's going to be followed with at least two more weddings in the fall of 2010. Therefore I've been thinking a lot about weddings - well, my wedding, specifically. It was 3 and a half years ago. October 8, 2005. TWO THOUSAND FIVE. This is just absurd to me. I can't believe I've been somebody's wife for almost FOUR YEARS. And beyond that, we're coming up on our "dating anniversary" which means that in two weeks we'll have been together for 8 years. EIGHT! Christ on a cracker.

My wedding was definitely the best time of my life, and not just because it meant I was married to a really wonderful guy. The RECEPTION, people! It was amazing. Our huge families and as many of our friends as we could invite, all laughing and drinking and dancing. Part of me wishes we could do it all again, just because after a few years of marriage we've become so much closer to each other's families and to some friends, that the same reception now would be even *more* fun. Especially if I could just wear jeans and a t-shirt instead of a big stupid dress.

This could and probably should be the part where I get all gooey and gush over how great my husband is and how lucky I am and how I can't believe he picked me. But I'm just not as open and mushy as some of you. So... He is, I am, I can't but I'm glad he did.