Steady As We Go

2 years ago, Bryan got hired by the State as a Probation & Parole Officer. As part of the hiring process, he had to attend their "Academy" for 12 weeks. As the class progressed, his fellow 'classmates' would rib Bryan about his last name & the fact that people had a hard time pronouncing it - for whatever reason. And being that he's Italian, he was nicknamed Ravioli by his classmates - his now co-workers.
I love it. I think it's perfect. It cracks me up & I don't know why it took me this long to use that as his name on my blog.
And, I love Ravioli's - except when they're stuffed with 'meat'. Bleck. Anyway......I think Bryan prefers it when I call him 'man-meat' on here. Which is funny & all. But I like Ravioli.

A few months ago, some friends & I got together & we all brought our wedding albums to share with each other. As everyone was looking at mine, they were asking all of the typical questions. And I would respond with answers regarding the details of our wedding. The good, the bad, the funny. And I became so overwhelmed with emotion reliving that day with them. So, as I'm talking about our wedding, one of the women says to me, "Jeez, you talk about your wedding like it was the best day of your life." I look at her, thinking, "She sees how I've lit up & how emotional I've become....she's being sarcastic." I waited for a second......and she was dead serious. How odd. So, I replied, "Well, it was. That & the birth of my babies. It was the best day. There were things I wish had gone differently. But we had our hand in every detail. Our wedding was exactly what we wanted." I mean, was this a joke? I couldn't believe that statement.

I never thought that a guy as good as the Ravioli would ever be in my future. I thought I didn't deserve it. And marrying him, with Connor at our side in his little tux, was the absolute highlight of my life. Planning our quirky little wedding & then marrying him was beyond awesome.
And little details come back to me. Like our friend Alex....he was a groomsmen. His then girlfriend (now wife), Liz, was living in London & they weren't really together at that time. We were cutting the cake & we had picked Adam Sandler's "I Wanna Grow Old With You" during the cake cutting. Well, Alex called her on his cell as we're cutting the cake & held the phone up for her to hear what was going on. And I believe, across the pond, they had a moment at our wedding via a cell phone. How cool is that?? (They just celebrated their 1 year anniversary at the end of July)
Whenever I hear "The Imperial March" (the Darth Vader song), I always get goosebumps. That was the song we walked in to our reception as the new Mr. & Mrs. Ravioli & Raviolette. The lightsabers that we distributed to our wedding party are still floating around here & there.

Sadly, Connor's buotonneire is still in my refrigerator. Crumbling away to nothing.

We've only been married 3 years. 3 great years. It's flown by. But it also seems like it's been an entire lifetime.

I hope that I don't ever get to the point where I don't 'care' about our wedding day anymore. I LOVE looking at our wedding photos. I love that it's still a fresh memory. I don't want to be 10, 20, 30, 40 years in & think back on that day with a bad taste. And at that point, I hope that I'm not the person sayin to a young, happily married woman, "Jeez. You sound like it was the best day of your life." Because the day that you promise yourself to the love of your life, your best friend, your partner-in-crime, your equally important polar opposite better half, should be the best the day of your life.


The day that the Ravioli & I got married was the best day of my life. I would love to do it all over again. We had so much fun & the people that meant the most to us surrounded us, congratulated us, danced with us, laughed with us and wished us well.

I was, and still am, as high as a kite.