Sweet Sixteen

Today marks sixteen years since Ever Patient Spouse and I were legally hitched.


I had just finished my first year of medical school when we got married on a muggy, overcast day.

I’d been so overwhelmed with things like Gross Anatomy and the Krebs cycle for the past year that I didn’t have the time or inclination to be a bridezilla.

My dress cost $300 and while I didn’t really like it all that much, at least it wasn’t scratchy.

(And I never found out what happened to it after the wedding; I think it got shoved into a plastic bag and accidentally tossed. Oh, well. I probably wasn’t going to wear it again).

Leading up to the wedding, we didn’t have any showers. Too busy.

We were living in two different states before the wedding and continued to do so for three months after.

A guy we vaguely knew got married at the same church right before us. The groomsmen were wearing Green Bay Packers vests and drinking Miller Lite on the church steps right up to the point that our guests started to arrive. A priest shooed them away with a broom.

The florist brought the wrong flowers.

But Spouse still says that he knew Everything Would Turn Out OK In The End when I laughed the flower debacle off. They’re just flowers!

How was the wedding? It was a blast.

The “professional” photos from that day don’t tell the story. We look stiff, pained. Spouse looked like he was wearing a bad toupee in many of them (he wasn’t).

But there was one shot, taken on a disposable camera by Spouse’s sister, that captured everything well.



Happy 16, Ever Patient Spouse! XOXO