Eight years ago today, I blubbered through our wedding ceremony in Ft. Lauderdale--ran around shaking hands and kissing babies at the reception, and then dashed off with my new bride--in a limo destined for the Intercontinetal Hotel in Miami. I cried in the limo, too. Who knows why? I think it was all such a rush.
Of course, the tears were flowing this morning as I watched Charles Gibson's "second-to-last-day" tribute on Good Morning America--so maybe I just have issues.
We had a great honeymoon--9 days on Prince Edward Island, and then a few more in Miami after we got home. It is probable that on our return trip to the States, my wife was carrying an undeclared item--our first child, Madison. If the custom agents in Montreal and Miami had only known!
Paula, thanks for 8 great years of bliss. I intend to make the next 8 even better than the first. The next 8 years, that is, let's stick with the 5 children we've got! I love you.
Happy Anniversary honey!! I love you, you are truly the best!! Thank you for loving me and our children, for taking care of us, and for all the adventures we've had along the way!!
Posted by: Paula | June 27, 2006 at 07:53 PM