Our Secret.

May 10, 2002 my soon to be husband and I went to the city hall to get our marriage license. It was so exciting. We were thrilled to take this next step towards starting our lives together. Starting our lives together meant that our 3 children would have a family. They would no longer be raised by single parents. We were so in love. Remember that, butterflies when you heard your fiance's name, a smile on your face when they walk in the door. Add three children who also felt the same way about your fiance and life is good!

So to the story: While we were filling out the paper work there were two boxes one could check. One box was to get your license, the second box was to get married right then and there. We read the second box out loud and looked at each other. Shannon and I are very spontaneous and we love do do major things on a whim. This probably bites us in the butt at times. But anyway, we sat there and contemplated the idea of getting married then! Back and forth, back and forth we went.

You see, we have three kids, this wedding wasn't going to be just for Shannon and I. It was for us and our children as well. What was ours? Just ours? The honeymoon sure, but there would be other people invading our beach in the Bahamas. At this moment we were alone, just us and the "bird lady". Which by the way I will never forget her face. She looked like a fairy tale character. She looked like a lady that would play a great bird in a Broadway musical.

So May 10, 2002 became our day! We got married. My wedding dress: Capri jeans, and a pink T, white flip-flops, and my hair in a messy pony tail. Shannon's tux: Jean shorts, a red Disneyland T, and brown flip-flops. We stood there with the "bird lady" and said our "I do's"

It was the most romantic event on my life. It was how my husband and I started our lives together.

Now why do I call this "our secret"??????

Well, nobody was supposed to know. We wanted May 10, 2002 to be our secret wedding day! We planned to tell nobody. Isn't that romantic? I think so.

So on May 18, 2002 the wedding day that everybody was invited to, the day my parents spend a fortune on, our pastor, I won't give his name, thought that Shannon and I were being deceiving towards my parents. Why just my parents, why not Shannon's parents too?

As I was in my dressing room getting ready to have my father walk me down the isle to have the wedding for our family, our pastor brought my groom and my parents in the room and started this great big speech about how we all need to be honest, and how there is something that Shannon and I needed to tell everybody. My mom turned white, I thought she was going to pass out, my Dad's neck veins started popping, and his fist started to clinch. I saw my husband-to-be in the hospital for a brief moment. I then realized what they were thinking........."I'm not pregnant" I shouted out. My mom let out a sigh, and my Dad, well my Dad's face turned back to the natural color it should have been. Our pastor was a bit shocked by this, but if he only knew!

So then Shannon told my parents about May 10, 2002. I explained how it was supposed to be our special day, and that nobody was supposed to know. My Dad seemed to understand. My Mom was pretty upset. I don't blame her. She wanted to watch her daughter get married, and now she knew that this wedding wouldn't be the "real" wedding, and the money, oh the money.

As my Dad was getting ready to walk me down the isle he looked at me and said "Are you sure your ready" I felt so bad because, I was already married. I then felt like I stole something from my Dad. This is a gift that every father is supposed to have. Make sure his daughter is really ready. I felt like I took that gift from him. I didn't give him the opportunity to make sure I was ready. Although, when Shannon asked my Dad for his blessings (In Disneyland I might add. Slightly ironic that Shannon wore the shirt we bought at Disneyland when we got married.) my Dad told Shannon "Are you sure you want to marry her, she's really hard to live with." Hummmmm, Daddy didn't you want me to move out one day? I wonder if he realized that comment could have ruined his chance of being able to run around the house naked!

So we still decided that we would try to keep the day secret but my Mom's not really that good about secrets. She still tells me "Happy Anniversary" on May 10. My Grandma knows. Some friends know. Our kids don't know..........we'd like to keep at least one thing from then.

So why blog about it and tell the world? It's been seven years and to tell you the truth, we never did anything that special on that day. It always falls really close to Mothers Day, and gets forgotten. :(

After seven years, although, we have our differences, and it's alot, alot, alot, alot of work..........I still love him alot, alot, alot, alot!