Today is my wedding anniversary – 24 years ago we were married.
Our daughter was one year old when we were married and thinking about her being almost 25 is more amazing than thinking about how I’ve put up with my husband for even longer.
Here we are at the wedding – she’s a bit tired and way too full as she travelled from table to table being fed little tidbits by everyone there.
Here we are 24 years later, I went blonde and she went red.
Here I am with Daz, who I didn’t realise had been so chubby faced at the time.
This was a couple of years later when I was going through what I call my Celine Dion phase, remember when she had hair like that? I don’t know what Daz calls that hair stage he was going through, except interesting. When I showed him a photo of himself looking like that he said – how awesome was my hair!
Definitely looking older these days but we seem to have pulled the hair issues together.
What are you meant to get for 24 years anyway?