Happy Anniversary to us

So while I was gushing on and on about Miss Belle the other day, I completely forgot that it was my 2nd wedding anniversary. Amazing. I spent my first anniversary in the hospital with a raging kidney infection, babbling deliriously to the under-trained nursing staff about my 3-month old forgetting he had a mother. That was fun. I spent my second anniversary trying to keep my 15-month old from tugging on Miss Belle's purple dress. Also fun.

I do think, however, the most fun ever had on a July 31st, was in 2005 at the Westin Grand in DC. Please indulge me while I take myself on a walk down memory lane

Maid of Honor and her husband getting their grooooove on...

Oh yeah, he was that guy...but we love him anyway

Dad & Husband busting a move...

Husband and me sharing a moment

Yeah, I broke my dress. The bustle, um, busted during Come on, Eileen.

There was much dancing and joy...

Right here I am starting to freak out that in a few seconds I'm going to be up on a chair, hanging on for dear life and wondering if people can see my panties...

The moment that all little Jewish girls dream of---of course, no one tells you how much you feel like you're going to fall to your death and end up showing everyone your wedding panties.

I had this stupid looking smile on my face all damn day...

WHO makes a face like this at their wedding??!! And what photographer captures it?! This is late in the night; I can only tell because I am carrying my veil in a less than gentle manner. Before the wedding, everything a bride wears is treated like delicate, fragile little eggs. After the cake is cut and the booze is flowing, all bets are off. Poor abused veil.

The dance that little girls' dreams are made of