John and I were married in Washington D.C. LDS temple thirty-three years ago today. We chose the time and place so family and friends in the east could share the day, and so we could squeeze our wedding into the break between semesters at BYU. If I could do it again, I’d have chosen the Salt Lake temple. The trip ended up costing much more than we’d imagined, especially when John’s Mustang blew a piston coming home. I’ve often wished I’d picked any day other than the midpoint between Christmas and New Year’s. It’s a romantic time for a wedding but a stupid time for an anniversary. We never seem to have any money or energy left to celebrate by this time of year. Occasionally we try to dine out but it’s usually a mistake. We spend more time waiting for a table than sharing it. The one thing I wouldn’t change is my groom. Happy Anniversary, John!
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