For your enjoyment, here's a blurry iPhone photo of the wedding picture I have on my desk:
We got married in my sister's living room - a tiny ceremony with only our closest friends and family. Afterwards my most excellent friend Ashley provided a beautiful reception with hot tea, and treats and bowls of white Jordan almonds. There were hydrangeas on the mantelpiece, thanks to her and I love that image even now. I was hopeless back then when it came to any kind of decoration but thankfully I have my Ashley and she made it look effortless. Still does, in fact. I think if I thank her one more time, though, she'll kill me dead. Now that's what I call a friend.
So there you go. Nine years of marriage and in the words of my friend Emily, "I like him pretty good."
PS. In case you want more dirty squash action, please to read this.