J and I celebrated our third anniversary last week. A better blogger would have an awesome recap of their wedding complete with drool-worthy pictures of the big day and all the DIY projects they did. Together. As a couple.
I am not that blogger.
We don't even have pictures of the big day!
J and I were older (32 and 30) when we married, and had each been married before. Neither of us had any desire for a big wedding. We talked about various wedding-ish scenarios, but nothing really seemed like us. So we finally decided on going to the mountains and getting married. Just us. Oh, and Emily. Of course.
I found a wedding dress at Anthropologie, super similar to this one. I wore with a little gray cardigan, gray tights and black flats.
|Photo From Anthropology|
One of J's friends is a minister and agreed to marry us. We got married at Fort Mountain State Park. It was an absolutely beautiful day in a beautiful place.
|Photo From North Georgia Photos|
See? Beautiful! It was also about 150 degrees below zero and incredibly, crazily, miserably windy. Minister Friend was saying what I'm sure were beautiful things about marriage and love. I was so cold I was just hoping we got to the "I do's" before I froze to death. I at least wanted to go out married! J spent the ceremony clutching me to him, trying to shield me from the wind. Oh, and I wasn't just wearing my pretty dress and a cardi. I was BUNDLED. And still freezing. Even J (who complains about being hot even when I'm shivering while wearing layers of clothing and covered in blankets) was freezing. He shed a tear at one point (he's so much the sweetest spouse) and I worried about it freezing to his face. Poor little Emily was cowering at our feet in her coat. Probably fearful the next wind gust would blow her off the mountain.
It was one of the happiest days of my life. We picked up our marriage certificate (small counties are awesome) and took our cold selves to LUNCH. We ate at Edna's restaurant in Chatsworth, GA. Y'all, I am something of a roadfood connoisseur. This place is awesome. I don't remember exactly what we ate (we were so busy gazing into each other's eyes!), only that we had coconut cream pie. Oh! And that J ordered pickled beets. I'd never had them before, so I tried one (I haven't had one since, either). I've had fried chicken there before/since and recommend it highly.
So, how did two hopeless romantics like ourselves celebrate our third anniversary?
Why, the same way we celebrated our first two!
Yes, lovelies, that is a meat and cheese plate. With grapes. We went with Dubliner, a super aged Gouda, and smoked cheddar. SO YUMMY. One of the reasons I fell in love with J? The man loves Law and Order, smoked meats, and cheeses.
We also picked up a coconut creme pie, in honor of our wedding day desert.
So those our anniversary traditions. What are y'alls? (And because we don't have any pictures, I plan a redo on our fifth anniversary. This time I'm wearing a parka!)