once upon a time

I looked like a cream puff, in a dress that had far more ruffles than any dress should ever have.

Spike looked like a nice boy in a nice suit with a nice haircut.

If we were to do it all over again, I'm guessing that most details of the actual day would look quite different ... except I'd still marry him, and he'd still marry me.

And that's all that matters.

Happy Anniversary to the spiky-haired, tattooed, eyebrow-pierced love of my life.