Mr. Darcy takes a wife
–Except that I heard that book was kind of naughty. (I haven’t read it, I’m a good Mormon girl. Also, I kind of hate when people crap up Jane Austen’s works by adding their own stupid ideas to it. I am obviously excluding Pride & Prejudice & Zombies because that book was GENIUS.)
Fourteen years ago today, Mr. Darcy and I were married.
At seven in the morning! Can you believe we did that to all our friends and family? We were jerks. But, what can I say? The Salt Lake Temple is in high demand in June. So, if you were there and had to wake up at 5 a.m. just to make it in time, let me sincerely apologize 14 years after the fact.
But, it was worth it… At least, for myself. Probably not for you. Ha ha! The ceremony was lovely. Mr. Darcy was so handsome.
We were so happy and excited, and holy crap… looking at these pictures, we were babies.
Even if in the crazy Mormon world we were considered a little on the old side. (He was 24 and I was 23, so I wasn’t actually a Mormon Child Bride… I just looked that way.)
Such a beautiful day, there isn’t much I would change. We were young and in love and completely clueless. And I would do it all over again.
This life, this family, these five kids… It is all better than I could have imagined, more than I ever anticipated, and happier than I probably deserve.
I love you, Mr. D.