|Philip, Jathan, Kyrie, Kesse|
Adam and I were distracted in my search by my wedding album. It's chock full of cards and shower invitations, and photos of now-deceased dear ladies who took an interest in me. So sweet.
But this is my favorite page, and it makes me laugh. I wrote out my personal schedule for a week and a half before the wedding. I listed all the responsibilities and activities of each day. And I wrote what clothes I would wear that day. Really? Really! Good grief. A bit obsessive, yes?
For a funny story -- on Thursday before the wedding, Adam was stopped by police at a regular traffic check. They told him that his driver's license was suspended because he'd had a ticket ages before, and had never paid his ticket. Needless to say, he was alarmed. Without proper I.D., he could not get a marriage license the next day! He sat in his VW bug, shuffling through his glove box and his wallet. Miraculously -- yes, I do say miraculously! -- he found the receipt for the payment for that ticket. He still had it, on his person. If you understood the level of complete disorganization that was my fiance at that time, you'd realize the miraculous here. (We were quite opposites.) But he presented the receipt, spent the day getting his license active, and we sailed down to the registry office the next day and got our marriage license. I knew nothing. He wisely kept that little adventure to himself. (Now, Adam and I admit to having some disagreement about the details of this story ... but this is my blog, so this is how I remember it! haha!)
I have more albums to peruse in search of the young Philip. Do you look at old photos ever? I need to do it more.