Today marks 10 years of marriage to The Chef! I wish that we could do something fantastic to celebrate, but alas! During a pandemic, it truly is enough to have each other and our love (so corny). Cheers to us…and anyone else celebrating something important during these awful times.
Dance in the Country by Pierre-Auguste Renoir (1883)
The Chef and I were married on 11 December 2010. I love him more than ever (saccharine, I know).
Postcard, 1908
A few pics from our quick anniversary getaway to Hocking Hills…
Little cabin in the snow
Wreath
Cheers!
Today is my fifth wedding anniversary with The Chef! We’ll be painting the town a few different colors! See you tomorrow.
The Saturday Night Kid* with Clara Bow and James Hall, 1929
*Yes, I know today is Friday, but The Chef and I are both redheads…so, just go with it!
Our wedding ceremony was cobbled together with rock and roll and bagpipes and honest poetry, love and tears; there were no vows, except to bluntly say, “I do.” If the act of marriage itself is not promise enough, then an oath is meaningless armor against the inevitable.
Bells Are Ringing
I DO NOT LOVE YOU EXCEPT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU BY PABLO NERUDA
The Chef and I are somewhere on this spectrum of cute coupledom:
Today is my wedding anniversary. Two years ago, The Chef and I were rocking out to our Bookish Punk Rock Scottish Vintage Poetry-Laden Party with a Wedding in the Middle. I walked out to the sweet, sweet sounds of The Clash and the ceremony was composed strictly of poetry by Rumi, Mary Pauline Collier (my husband’s grandmother), and my favourite, Pablo Neruda.
*I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You by Pablo Neruda was the heart of our wedding ceremony. We are weird like that.
Shoes
Centerpiece
First Kiss
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