Twenty-five years ago today, George and I were married at St. Paul United Methodist Church in Charlotte, North Carolina.
George had hair. I weighed 109 pounds. He was 21, and I was 19. I felt nervous and happy and all warm and fuzzy inside.
Neither of us can remember much about the wedding. When we watch the video, it's like we're watching actors in a movie. Who are those people?
We had no idea what we were doing.
We still have no idea what we are doing.
But we're doing it together.
Which still makes me feel nervous and happy and all warm and fuzzy inside.