Today is my seventh wedding anniversary. I've been very lucky to have been married to a wonderful man for the last seven years. He "gets" me, quirks and all! Supports me too! I couldn't ask for better.
That being said, our wedding day wasn't our date of choice.
He'd proposed one April in my living room as the children surrounded us. It wasn't just me getting married but a blending of two families. The ring he asked me with, was his grandparents wedding set. His grandparents were very special to him. He spoke often about them, remembrances of his visits with his grandmother at her home up in Clare or of the workshop his grandfather had. So we'd decided to honor them with the same date, September 18th. Of course as a teacher, I'd been required to be back in school before that date and my administrators didn't really feel it was a good idea for me to take time off in September right after school began.
I saw their side but felt hurt that we couldn't honor that day...when it came time for my first wedding anniversary, we did something special. We had a special band made to go with the wedding ring set. Now the engagement ring sat between the diamond band and a sapphire band to commemorate my husband's family. Each time I look at it, I think about how fortunate I am to have a husband who doesn't sweat the small stuff, like a date on a calendar...but shows me in the best way that he loves me.
I'd love to hear from you what customs you brought into your special day. Was it a date? The dress? A color? What did you do to make your day about more than just the two of you?
Musings from Michigan