At the end of this week is my anniversary. I can't wait... for several reasons. This is the sixth, and the first year we haven't been on poverty's door. So I'm hoping we'll do something reasonably abnormal and paint the town a light shade of burgundy. (Let's not get crazy here. My usual bedtime is around 10:30, so I don't expect to shoot the moon or anything!)

But with the sixth looming closer, I wanted to look back at the joyous event that brought us to where we are now.
We were married at Cullowhee Baptist Church by Jeffery Vickery. It was a very special time, of course because we were getting married, but also because Jeffery got to do it on his birthday! But that's Jacob, with his group of thugs (that's what I always think of when I look at this photo.) Pictured is about 1/4 of the group gathered for our event. I always thought of it as the wedding sans guests, although Jacob assures me there were people there. I guess I only had eyes for my betrothed that day! Or maybe our party was small because we got married in three months on Memorial Day weekend. Either way, it wasn't a huge event, and that sits just fine with me since I cried for a lot of it anyway (I don't really remember much of the service because of that.)

But I remember the reception! We decided to go low key because: 1) Jacob and I aren't fancy people, and 2) did I mention that we've been playing chicken with poverty for six years? So our reception was a picnic! And what fun! I played frisbee in my wedding dress (Which consequently is ruined from the dirt and grass stains on the hem. Ah, well. It's just a dress, right?) The best part about the reception had to be the wedding cake though. It was beautifully made by my sister. Three "tiers" (but they weren't stacked, 'cause cutting actually tiered cakes is not easy!) with fresh flowers. No fondant (I think fondant is pretty disgusting.) Three flavors: chocolate (for Jacob), strawberry (for me) and plain (for everyone else!)Just beautiful and delicious and just what I wanted. But there always arises problems in the transportation of food. The cake made it's first trip from Raleigh to Cullowhee, a 300 mile trip unscathed. But the 15 mile trip from my house to the picnic reception proved a little more stressful. When my sister asked the transporter what happened (she couldn't transport herself since she was my maid of honor), the answer was "gravity happened."If you can't really tell, that side of the cake (and a couple others) is dented, smushed a little. But it still tasted great!

More photos to come this week and the exciting story about a bride and a dress reunited. It's wedding week!