Pssst! Guess what? Tomorrow Caveman and I celebrate our six year anniversary! Hooray! As a way of making our day special, we have a tradition that “recycles” a very important part of our wedding. Click through to find out how we celebrate…
Every year on our anniversary I put on my wedding dress for a couple hours (or minutes).
When I found my dress as a new fiancee that late summer day half a dozen years ago, I knew that I wouldn’t want to just wear it once. (Right, girls?!) So I decided that I would put it on every anniversary. I figured that such a tradition would be fun for both me and my new hubby, but as a bonus it would be great incentive to stay in good enough shape to fit into it.
So far, so good. It’s such a fun way of remembering our snowy wonderland six years ago. Caveman enjoys seeing me in the gown in which I walked down the aisle toward him and forever. And of course I love donning my princess dress every year.
You might wonder why I chose—of all necessary items—to lug a load of tulle and satin to the Shoebox instead of storing it. This tradition is important enough to us that we don’t mind it taking up precious space in our only closet. In fact, I think that having the dress here has helped solidify the Shoebox as home. Having such a potent reminder of our special day certainly marks this apartment as ours and makes my heart feel more settled.
I say we recycle my wedding dress because (although I wouldn’t throw it away) I’m reusing and repurposing it for a slightly different use. By wearing it once a year I am justifying the space it takes up to keep it here in the Shoebox.
Please note that I’m using the term “wear” here very loosely. After two babies I’m not quite the size I was when I said “I do.” Last year I was five months pregnant with Number Two and the bodice was five inches short of closing. My pregnant brain thought the fact that I didn’t fit into my wedding dress when I was in my second trimester was a complete surprise catastrophe. To say I was distraught would be a clanging understatement. Thankfully Caveman kept his cool in the emergency situation. He calmly assured me that after we are done having babies we’ll adjust the bodice to fit my new normal size. He’s so sweet like that.
I can’t wait to slip into my special dress tomorrow. Now I just need to remind myself that when it doesn’t quite fit, that’s not a bad thing at all. It’s simply evidence of the past wonderful six years and the two biggest gifts that God has given Caveman and me—Red and Number Two.
So happy anni, Caveman. I love my life with you!