Forty-eight years ago, I married my best friend. We hadn't known each other for very long, but we knew we were meant to be.
In keeping with what has become a family tradition, we married on Thanksgiving Day. My maternal grandparents did because Grandpa got the day off from his milk delivery job. My parents did because my dad got a furlough from the Army Air Force that weekend. So, I thought it would be cool to do the same. Then (no pressure) our daughter married on Thanksgiving Day, too.
I'm thankful for the special man in my life who still brings me joy, happiness, laughter, and, most of all, love.
Such a beautiful picture. How wonderful that you were best friends. And. what a fun tradition!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Diana. It sure didn't start out to be a tradition.
DeleteI love your family's tradition!!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Becky. When our granddaughter gets older, her mom & I will make sure she doesn't think she has to do it.
DeleteLove the picture. It's great to be thankful for our partners.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Natalie.
DeleteLovely photo and message (and a really cool tradition)! Wishing you and your hubby many more years of joy and love.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Leah.
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