Some long ago pictures from our wedding day.
Signing the register, my how young and happy we look.
Pictures at the photographers. We took what seemed like thousands.
Cutting the cake at our reception in the basement of the church. The more I look at these old pictures the younger we seem.
This still hangs on our wall. It has been moved in the last few years from our living room to the bed room but still hangs proudly where we can see it every day.
I would not change a thing.
Today Harvey came home with my anniversary flowers. This year for the first time the roses were not yellow but a creamy white. Love them.
Everybody have a wonderful evening.