One year…52 weeks…365 days of wedded bliss and happiness…
Happy anniversary, you two. You're still the glowing, beautiful bride and groom. I cannot believe it has been a year since 40,000 twinkling lights and dancing on the stage and a night that almost stormed, but broke into bright sunlight as the bride came down the aisle, and the 5-tier cake with thousands of shimmery fondant pearls and Jovan's unending smile, and sparkling bubbles filling the night sky and the shiny midnight blue Mustang whisking you away to 2 weeks in Hawaii. The tables were elegant and finely appointed, "more candles than a midnight mass" (shamelessly swiped from a Brad Paisley song) and the food delicious.
The dress was magnificent, but who noticed when they watched your face, Jovan? Rocky's eyes were glued to his beauty and I couldn't quit watching him watching you.
It was a night we'll always remember and a lot of people crashed the reception just to be near you, drawn by your love – invited or not!
Alas, 365 days later, it is still new, still fresh. You're the family newly-newlyweds, still oohing and aahing. Watching you scrapbook your wedding album, every week, Jovan, I think it is adorable how you still paste little words by Rocky's pictures like "Man of my dreams." Because I know you are the woman of his.
I told Rocky his whole life, kiddingly, of course, that there'd never be another woman who would love him more than his mommy did. I was wrong…gladly and joyfully wrong.
Happy anniversary, my sweets…Love, mom
NOTE: pictures from the wedding 09.15.06