I married MrH on a beautiful sunny day in September 1999.
It wasn’t the day we envisioned. My mother took over, his mother had her say too.
If we could go back and do it again… we would elope.
Whenever I asked MrH his opinion he would say I don’t care, what ever you like. I thought that meant he didn’t care. It wasn’t that at all, he said, he was interested in marrying me, being married to me, the wedding was just one day.