When you love somebody, you get married.
And eventually... again.
We've got married first time "yesterday" August 19, 2003:
just the two of us on the front porch of my in laws' beach house,
and the second time about an year later, June 20, 2004:
the big, fat italian wedding.
First one was very simple, just the two of us and a wild flowers bouquet (my husband went to the farm and cut the flowers!)
The second one was a big party ...And because I love orange, orange it was!
This picture cracks me up! He was pushing so hard with that knife, was hurting my hand!! :D
My dad and the groom had matching orange ties ...
My dress was orange with a bead work that I don't even want to think how much time would it take to make it...
...and had my shoes dyed and a matching clutch too.
It's being 8 years already??
well, 8 years if we count the first one, and 7 on the second one... how does that look for somebody like me that can't even remember a single date?
Anyway... Time flies when you're having fun, I guess?