It’s St Patrick’s Day. Everyone will be wearing green, drinking Shamrock Shakes, green beer, and celebrating. But today, I will be celebrating one year since The Boyfriend became The Husband.
One year ago today, in a small chapel in Massachusetts, my father, The Reverend, performed my little wedding ceremony with a handful of people looking on and me translating bits for The Husband.
And after the ceremony, after the dinner, after getting free drinks in a bar from everybody because it was St Patricks day and we were in wedding attire (a fantastic cherry on top of my wedding sunday by the way), and after we returned to Le Petit Village as a married couple, this is what I had to say about the day… (originally posted 7th April 2010)
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A funny thing happened on St. Patrick’s Day. I married The Boyfriend. Oh, did I forget to mention that we were getting married? Oops, my bad.
That’s us getting ready to walk into the church (the same church my great grandparents got married in). I’m not too sure what the confused look on my face is all about. At least I still look fabulous in my wedding tunic. Who needs a wedding dress when you can have a wedding tunic? Bonus of the tunic… not needing a bridesmaid to help you go pee. And I know what I’m talking about, I’ve been that bridesmaid.
Me again. This time wearing my Nana’s fifty plus year old mink cape which turns me into my alter ego… Fabulous Girl. Fabulous Girl doesn’t fight crime or anything. She just hangs out… being fabulous.
Me and The Husband (that’s weird, not used to his new name at all) and some pretty nifty wedding presents.
Having our red velvet wedding cake and eating it too at The Old Inn On The Green with the Best Man Girl (who needs a Best Man when you can have a Best Man Girl) and the Matron of Honor (who by the way was ‘that’ bride I had to help go pee pee).
And finally us again, the happy and very tired couple at a bar much later that evening (it was St. Patrick’s Day after all). The way all weddings should end; pissed in a bar next to someone wearing a moose hat.
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To The Husband…
Thank you for being you,
and letting me be me.
bisous
It's Me, Sara Louise 
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