This may be the only picture I have of our honeymoon: just the two of us...officially married...riding off into the sunset...living the adult-life alone! I love that it perfectly captures the golden, happy mood of the whole trip.
.
{And if I remember right, this picture was actually taken by a polygamist family who happened to be on the bridge at teh same time.}
Being married to Andrew really is the best.
But after my dad saw this picture, he e-mailed me a picture of his own:
He and my step-mom...on their honeymoon...on the same bridge...at the same time of day...in the same pose.
*awkward silence*
I know, right?
.
The myriad of complicated emotions that surfaced for me then, all seemed to be synonymous with the word: uncomfortable at varying degrees.
Don't get me wrong. I like these guys...but...weird. Do I really need to explain myself any further here?
I'm doing my best not to let it taint our own golden glow.
.
.
.
.
.
1 comment:
Ha ha- yeah that would bug me.
Post a Comment