Yesterday marked 12 years of being married for Scott and I, and we celebrated it with a family trip to the movies to see Despicable Me 2, take out Chinese on the way home, and matching antibiotics. Which, as my friend pointed out, is a lot better than matching track suits, which is probably true.
On the way to the movies, it poured rain. It was a quarter to three in the afternoon and it teemed. I pointed out that 12 years ago to the minute, I was getting out of a car, and running into a church to avoid been soaked by a very similar downpour. I remembered umbrellas held up as I dashed, well, as much as I could dash in high heels, the only ones I've ever worn. So it teemed and I tottled, but that's not the point.
We drove to the movies yesterday, loaded up with cough drops and two kids in the backseat, remembering the thunder during our wedding ceremony that made the small UofT church so cozy. We told the kids about how afterwards we walked out of the church into sunshine and bubbles and family and friends. That we enjoyed experiencing a little bit of everything that day.
By the time we got to the theatre, the rain was done and the kids may have stopped listening to us go on. But we were happy remembering, and giddy with feeling better and both of us agreed it was turning out to be a pretty great day.