On August 17, 1985 I put hot rollers in my hair, put on a white dress with a hoop underneath, took those rollers out and used half a can of hairspray and walked down the aisle of my church to marry my best friend. I probably used blue eyeshadow too, though I don't remember. I didn't realize at the time how blessed I was. SH is the kind of man that I am sure my parents hoped I would find. He is caring. He would never hurt me. He believes in hard work and helping others. He would give his last penny to any family member who needed it. He loves me even when I don't feel lovable.
Happy Anniversary SH! I'm so glad I found you.