Happy Anniversary

7 years ago, today, it poured rain.  I splashed through puddles under the cover an umbrella.  I arrived at the church I attended as a little girl and I was married.

So, today, I'll forgo lovingly poking fun of my handsome husband as I have been known to do in previous posts.  Instead of turning him into a meme or tells you the story of his crime fighting underwear, today, I'll focus on the love.

Where I did have one of those love at first sight moments with my husband, when our paths crossed (again).

I did not have one of those love at first sight moments with my dress.  The dress I thought was "the one" had accidentally been altered 3 inches too short 30 days before our wedding day.

But, as I walked down the aisle, on my dad's arm, in my new wedding dress...

wearing my perfect wedding shoes...

The less than perfect wedding dress didn't seem to matter because at the end of the aisle was the man that always knows what to say to make me laugh.

And, I suppose in addition to knowing what to say to make me laugh, he also knew what to say to get me to marry him.

"Ain't That a Kick in the Head" by Dean Martin ushered us into our reception.  The lryics:  "How lucky can one guy be.  I kissed her and she kissed me.  Like the sailor once said, ain't that a kick in the head.  My head keeps spinning; I go to sleep and keep grinning; If this is just the beginning, My life's gonna be beautiful." immediately bring me back to that rainy day and I can't help but smile.

That's not the only song that reminds me of my wedding day, though, "The Way You Look Tonight" by Frank Sinatra, was the first song we danced to as husband and wife.

Wedding traditions were fulfilled.

Cake was eatten.

Memories were made.

They say, rain on your wedding day is good luck.

I would have to agree because after 7 years of marriage, I am still head over heels in love with my handsome husband.

Dean Martin was right, "My life is gonna be beautiful".

Without the rain, there would be no rainbows

Mother natures certainly is an unpredictable lady, isn't she?

At least once a year, we own 'lake front property'.  This is nothing new to us.

This past Thursday, a storm came through dropping over 6 inches of rain in less than 3 hours time.

In addition to flooding my street, this storm turned my house into an island leaving both the front of my house and the back of my house completely flooded.  This was the first time in 7 years our backyard flooded. And, oddly enough, none of our neighbors' yards flooded.

It took over 8 hours for our island to dry out.

2 sump pumps ran non-stop and were barely able to keep up with the water we took in.

After about 16 hours, our lake front property disappeared.

Our street returned to normal.

Throughout the storm, I tried to remember to count my blessings, as my basement and town slowly flooded. 

Things certainly could have been a lot worse. 

In the end, we saved our basement (!) and tried to keep things in perspective.

The birds loved our backyard turned bird bath.

Grace, was rescued from bailing water and wet vac duties by her aunt.  She had her first sleep over with her cousins and made some very happy memories.

Rain is something that seems to weave its way into my life.  On my wedding day, it stormed.

And, just like on the day that I got married, I try and remember without the rain, there would be no rainbows.