Last night my wife and I went to a black tie fundraiser for our local hockey team's charity foundation. After 45 minutes of panic, but no fighting, about no being able to find the tickets we started to get ready to go. The problem with wearing a black tuxedo in our house is that it suddenly becomes a challenge to get out the door without being covered in white cat hair.
While I was meandering about the house trying to kill a little time, my wife put on her dress. The red dress she was wearing when we got married. After I helped her zip up I started getting myself ready to go. I walked back into the bedroom and saw her again. That's when all the memories of our wedding came flooding back to me.
I know it's only been two and a half years since the wedding, but seeing that dress brought it back like it was my wedding day: The happiness, the craziness, trying to hold back a tear and a cheese eating grin at the same time while saying "I do" and "I will" in all the right places.
That day was the most special and happy day of my life and sometimes it only takes a little thing to bring it all back.
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...or a tight red dress. I love you! Aren't we lucky to have each other? But I'm luckier!!
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