IT'S BEEN A YEAR NOW

Last year, I made a book of our wedding day, July 22, 2009. Terry came here from Texas and doesn't really miss the heat. He's had to get used to the heat of complaining tenants, water leaks, painting jobs, maintenance of all types and now painting the house. I don't know why he doesn't like the mint green that's been there since we moved. He wants it to match the clubhouse. How conservative.

Anyway, I wanted to share the book again so that if you missed seeing it last year, you can see how simple it was. There was little cost involved and we bought only rings at a trading post and a bouquet of flowers for me to hold. We found inexpensive decorations and set up the tables and provided a simple to make punch.

Little did we know then that the reception to follow a month later would be more involved and slightly moin expense. I will be posting our reception book soon on blurb.

http://www.blurb.com/books/883699

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