Thoughts for today...

Brian and I will celebrate our 6th anniversary on Saturday. In honor of our anniversary I thought I'd share things about our wedding and FIRST year of marriage.

• We got married in August (obviously) on a hot, muggy day. I remember it sprinkling as I walked to the limo with our friends and my new husband.
• At one point during our vows, I asked my dad to repeat himself. I remember smiling at Brian and not really paying attention to Dad (who married us)
• Lindsay's ex-boyfriend, Kirk, requested a song for me at the reception...Long Skirt and Short Jacket by Cake. For some reason I remember that vividly.
• My Dad drove us to the airport the next morning so we could leave for the honeymoon. Awkward, anyone?
• While on our honeymoon, we sipped on daquari's by the pool, went snorkling, put braids and beads in my hair and watched Hannibal on pay-per-view. Romantic.
• One month to the day of our wedding was September 11, 2001. This I also remember vividly. My first reaction was that on one month to the day we'd been married Brian would be deployed. Fortunately, at this time, he was not.
• We did not have a Christmas tree that year. My grandma didn't think that was right and sent me a check to buy a tree and some decorations.
• That February, we bought our Doberman, Lucky.
• June 2002, we bought our first house.
• We lived on the backside of the apartment complex. When we moved, Brian removed the apartment's fence and pulled the truck right up to our door. Our neightbor had previously done this and I promise we put the fence back.
• For our first anniversary, we bought a new kitchen table. The first thing we ate was the top of our wedding cake which had been in the freezer. Surprisingly, it was very tasty.

In other news, my dad spoke at a funeral today. The funeral was for U.S. Army Staff Sergeant Jack Richards. He was wounded in Iraq in 2004 and died as a result of those wounds. I was talking with Mom yesterday and she was telling me about it. It was a full honor military funeral with the honor guard and everything. His wife had been coming to mom and dad's church since February. She had visited the prayer group my dad leads a few times and heard him preach a few Sundays ago. When her husband died she asked Dad to do the service. The Staff Sergeant will be buried in Ft. Gibson. When I told Brian about the service he said that he and I, after his service in the Marine Corps, have the option to be buried at Ft. Gibson also. I didn't give it much more thought.

I emailed Mom to see how the service went. She said it was a beautiful service and I would be so proud of my dad and it just hit me. What an honor it would be to be buried in Ft. Gibson. To lay alongside all those men and women who have defended our country. Who have fought and died so that we could live free.