18 Years…and counting!

At 8:40 a.m. 18 years ago, I was eating breakfast with my family and friends, and my fiance. At Voula’s Offshore Cafe eating our wedding breakfast, pre-wedding.

They say it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding on the day of the wedding. I’m not sure I buy into that. Guess I’m not superstitious. Seems to have not hurt us anyway.

After the breakfast, I don’t know where we went. We went our separate ways. Bridal party with the bride, groomsmen with the groom. I think we went to separate houses and began the process of ‘getting ready’. The Big Day is a BIG day.

We were married on Mercer Island, again I don’t remember the name of the church, but I can drive you there. I do remember who married us. He was perfect. Funny, genuine and loving. Pastor Fry, and he was right, we made it. We’re still ‘making it’.

Then we ‘recepted’ at the Hyatt in Bellevue and flew off to Hawaii in the morning.

I wore two dresses, a classic white brocade by Jessica McClintock and a traditional Blackfoot robe with my tribe’s distinctive twisted fringe in the softest doe hide I’ve ever worn. That was a special gift from my groom. If I had known, I would’ve worn it the whole day but he surprised me with it. Both dresses are a thing of beauty and I still have each one today.

I danced with my Dad and my Husband to Unforgettable, our song, and Wind Beneath My Wings, my Dad’s choice.

The cake was scrumptious, the food was delicious and the day was cold, crisp and blindingly bright as only Western Washington can give.

We had our guests enter our ‘lodge’ by walking through a tipi we made and painted to cover the doors of the ballroom.

I remember much about that day, but the thing I remember most was how sure I was marrying the ‘right’ man. The ‘One’. Over the years, we’ve had our ups and downs. We’ve been through life and death. Joy and sorrow. Peaks and valleys. Sickness and health. All just like the vows we spoke told us we would. It’s been an amazing, crazy and yes sometimes scary and rough journey, but it’s been worth it.

Who knows what the next 18 will bring, but I know that whatever it is, we will do it together. As for this eighteenth year, I can say,

I love you Grant. Even still, I love you.


About Sheila's Thinkerings

Happily married wife, happily mommied mom. I am far from perfect but I don't mind. Also I am a wee bit crazy, it's true. Just ask anyone who's ever met me...
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1 Response to 18 Years…and counting!

  1. Grant Sullivan says:

    Honey, you made me cry and I’m proud to say it. The past 18 years have been better than I could have possibly imagined.
    You’re a wonderful wife that’s makes coming home from work each day the highlite of my day.
    Happy Anniversary to the love of my life.
    I love you. xoxo

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