August 28th

Seven years ago today, I was marrying The Dad, aka, Chachi, Chach, Lon, and his real name, Lonnie.

We had our ceremony at a spot in the gorge called Oneonta.
It has significance to me because it's where my dad's ashes are.
Luckily, The Dad loved the spot too.

The falls are a hike in, so we couldn't see them, but in the summer, the water running from them to the Columbia river is small enough that you can walk on either side of it. 

We got married right next to the water.

We only had a handful of people, immediate family, at the ceremony and The Dad's brother married us. 

The kiss.

It's legit.

Ya think he's wondering if I'd survive the fall?

He may be considering throwing me over already.

Yep, that's what I thought.

We drove home on the scenic highway, stopping for photographs along the way.
The Dad's aunt did our photography as a wedding gift.

We had the reception at our house, with about 100 guests.

Clearly there was more lawn and less house back then.

Aaaaand, the newlyweds show up.

The cake.

The Dad sneakin' off alone.

First dance.

Garter hunt.

And last, but most certainly not least, as a gift, my brother-in-law made a slideshow for us.

A.M.A.Z.I.N.G.

He set it up and played it during the reception.

And guess what?  You can too!  :o)

Turn up your speakers.

I was originally planning on including some pictures of our honeymoon in Victoria, Canada, but I think this is probably long enough as it is.  Maybe I'll save those for another post.

It had been awhile since I'd looked at any of these pictures.

Sorry if they bored you to death, but it was a nice trip down memory lane for The Mom.

I love you Chachi.  Happy anniversary.  Here's to the next seven.