Twenty Years

Dates elude me. I never remember birthdays and anniversaries. My mom and Richard's anniversary always creeps up out of nowhere on this second of January (What, ANOTHER event? I'm pretty celebrated out) every year. I almost forgot again this year, except that this year celebrates a landmark anniversary.

Twenty years ago today, I was a flower girl in a very important wedding. The wedding of my mom, Bridget, to my stepfather, Richard.

I didn't appreciate the gesture at the time, but I too received a gold wedding ring. Actually, maybe I did because I remember getting choked up as it was slid on my finger. Or maybe I was just embarrassed to be in front of all those people in the church.

One thing I can be very sure of is that it's been twenty years! Holy smoke time flies when you're mad, glad and involved with family.

Here's to another twenty!

Love you guys.







I found a more recent family picture! This one is only two or three years old.