on August 2, 1980, Tony and I exchanged wedding vows.
A lot of things have changed over the last 30 years, but some haven't. Today's hot, sticky weather is the same as it was the day we said "I Do". We got married at noon. My house, where I got dressed, had air conditioning, but Tony's house didn't, so he went to his Best Man's place to get ready.
The bridesmaids and I met in the choir loft of the church. One of them had a bottle of champagne, which we opened and toasted each other with. I had been too nervous to eat breakfast, so I didn't want to drink too much on an empty stomach! When it was time, we gathered in the back of the church. The moms were escorted to their pews, then one by one the bridesmaids walked down the aisle. It seemed like it took forever until it was my turn but when I saw Tony standing with the priest in front of the altar I forgot everything else.
I only remember little pieces of the ceremony. The priest did a great job. Even though now I couldn't tell you the titles of any of the songs we picked, they were beautiful. After the ceremony was over we walked down the aisle and I saw all the friends and relatives who had come to celebrate with us.
Tonight we celebrated with a special dinner. In honor of the occasion, the main dish was Chicken with Thirty Cloves of Garlic, which made the house smell wonderful. Tony brought home a beautiful bouquet of red roses, which I put on the fireplace mantel so I can see them every time I step into the family room (and so the cats won't get them-roses are their favorite flowers too).