Well, time came and went. Memories were made. Then came October 2003. (Sadly, upon writing this I have no digital copies of our wedding pictures. Trust me they were gorgeous and are in my album stored away for eternity.) The boy no longer looked like Gilligan. He looked like a happy honeymooner. And the girl had shiny new hardware on her left hand. Nevermind the fact that she looked slightly like an oompa-loompa in this picture. Geez, sunscreen please!
Years passed by. The man and wife loved each other deeply. Granted there were times he felt like climbing the walls...
...but they were truly happy. In fact, they lived happily ever after! Isn't that always the trite ending to the big fairytale build-up?
Hahaha, okay seriously. You could say October is kind of a big deal in the Morris household. We fell in love, married, honeymooned, and now celebrate every October. On our first anniversary, a new restaurant was opening in town. Let me digress a bit.
I don't know if it is because of my heritage or because I have working taste buds, but I could eat Italian food daily. Every. Single. Day!
Back to the point. In the fall of 2004 a new restaurant opened in town.
On Sunday night the Morris family of four decided to celebrate our anniversary together. Another first. Ohmigosh we had wonderful food tonight. Rob's bowl of spaghetti was bigger than his head!
We had a lovely dinner! Rob was our post-meal photographer. It's okay. You know what Bobby's hair looks like, anyway.