One more year to the diamond band

Just four years ago, Internet, Darr and I were walking down the aisle after tying the knot. Ah, those were the salad days. Since the fourth anniversary is traditionally celebrated with fruit and flowers, I'm baking Darren a raspberry tart with berries Henry and I picked this morning while visiting The Pumpkin Patch with Megan and Miss Avery. Okay, I picked the berries while Henry ate the occasional berry, ran down the row, played in the hay with Miss Avery, and scouted for bees.

Does thinking about your wedding bring a smile to your face because I find all of those memories lovely. Our wedding was super small and sort of haphazard in its construction. The morning of the big day, my friends and I hit the grocery store to grab some flowers for bouquets for me and my maid of honor. (I believe I spent around $74 on these beautiful, bright Gerbera daisies.) When Darr showed up at the church and was asked by the woman assisting if we were going to have music, he was in the process of saying no when another friend showed up at the church with a small radio and one quickly burned cd of music meant to accompany the event. (I walked in to Pachelbel's Canon and we walked out to The Beatles.) I understand why wedding coordinators are so handy to have around, they think of all that stuff well in advance of the actual wedding day. Next to having Henry, getting married to Darren is the best thing to have happened in my life (and that's about as close to Hallmark sweet as I get). Happy anniversary, Darr.