Today, Tom and I celebrate 15 years of marriage. Wow, how exciting is that!?!
When it came time to plan our wedding, I knew I didn’t want to get hit with anything, like rice or birdseed, so we opted for a balloon release instead. The idea was that as we went by everyone would release their balloons in a cascade of balloons. Then Tom and I had a trash bag full of them to release ourselves as a big finale.
It would be so beautiful.
What we underestimated were the vindictive natures of our closest friends and family.
Instead a gentle balloon release, we were pummeled with the balloons as we raced by trying to escape. I think the pictures say it well. Tom ended up shielding me from the brunt of most of the blows.
Good times. Good times.
I’ve previously shared on the blog the two-part story of how Tom proposed, and you know how I love weddings. But, rather than go through the sappy details of our wedding, I have a different idea to celebrate our anniversary today.
I would love to hear from you.
In chatting with a friend who celebrated a birthday yesterday, I realized that he was 10 years old when we got married.
It got me to thinking.
Where were you 15 years ago? How old were you or what were you doing in August of 1998? Did something significant happen in your life in the fall of ’98?
Would you celebrate with us today by sharing your story in the comments?
I can’t wait to read them!
And to Tom, at first like a big brother, then best friend, and now lover, thank you for the past 15 years. I can’t wait to see what God does in our lives in the next 15!
Much love, Your LBM
(and to this day, no one has guessed what LBM stands for)
Okay, it’s your turn. Tell me your stories!
Take a stab at LBM if you want, but keep it clean. Best guesses ever: Lip Burnin’ Mama and Love Butter Monkey!