Times Two

Today is the second anniversary of the wedded union between Poor Kyle and myself.

Last year, I was out of town on our first anniversary for what I thought was a noble cause; I have since learned that there are very few causes noble enough to actually warrant putting my husband last.  That wasn’t cool.  I’m sorry, Poor Kyle.  Poor you.

But then, I have a lot of regrets about how I’ve lived my married life, starting with the wedding preparations themselves.

Two years ago at this very minute, I was getting my hair done and freaking out a little bit inside.


I was nervous about getting married.  I was nervous about sex.  I was nervous about everything. Our wedding day was not perfect, but nearly.  If I had it to do over again, I would’ve gotten a much simpler dress.  It was really beautiful, but also really expensive.

Wedding DressThen again, I knew it would be my last chance to wear a full-length gown as fancy as that…so maybe I’d stick with it.

If I could do it again, I would be a lot kinder to the people who meant the most to me, instead of saving my niceness for the decorators and the flower people–I used so much on them, trying not to be a bridezilla, that I really didn’t have any left over for the people who matter most.  How stupid.


If I could do it again, I might have graduated first and saved up some money of my own to bring into the marriage, instead of tuition bills and car debt.  If I had the chance, I would’ve signed a pre-nup.  (Not really, but wasn’t that funny?)  If I could’ve, I would’ve made my grandpa live long enough to be there for it.

If I had it to do over, I would still not get fake nails—that was the best decision I made throughout the entire experience, second only to my decision to have caramel apples instead of wedding cake.  I don’t even like cake. If I knew then what I know now, I might not have subscribed to the whole “maid of honour/bridesmaid” nonsense.  Silliness, really.  If I could do it again, I would’ve made my own bouquet.

If I could step back in time two years, I might think it over a little harder, a little longer…


…but if I could do it again, I totally would.

Happy Second Anniversary, Poor Kyle.  I hope our lives turn out like this.  Let’s make it happen, kay?

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