Gazing, smiling, but no kissing. Promise.

Three years ago today, we were in Italy getting hitched.


The ceremony was held in a medieval ex-monestary in Bagno a Ripoli, a hillside town just outside Florence.


This is the monastery from the outside. See that street sign? Authentic medieval.


Oh, how we laughed when Steven couldn't get the ring over my heat-swollen knuckle! It was 38deg C (100 deg F).


After Steven promised to 'love, honour and obey', I made him put it in writing.


We had rice thrown at us.


We made toasts.


Jamie was really happy his parents weren't going to be living in sin anymore.


And promptly set about sabotaging pictures (you might need to click on the photo to see what I mean)


We did get a couple of nice shots though, and we were glad he was there.


As it turns out, Maia was there too. Right behind my hand.


After the ceremony we went to Piazzale Michaelangelo for some pictures overlooking the city. You can see the Duomo, Santa Croce and the Ponte Vecchio just behind us. I love Florence *sigh*.


Our photographer was awesome. He made us walk up and down a lot of stairs.


And pose in front of sunflowers. And do lots and lots of kissing, but I'll spare you the gory details.


And then to dinner at a gorgeous rural terraza. This was one of the last documented meals Jamie ever ate.


And this was the view from the terrace. *sigh again*


So do I have any regrets? Well, other than not being able to be in black and white because I'm prettier that way? Nope, I adore him. He puts up with a lot from me. I have it on good authority that I'm grumpy a lot of the time. And maybe less than patient. And kinda bossy. And certainly messy. And quite a bit of a dork. In comparison (and excluding his total freakin' obsession with football and clothes), he's a bit of a saint.

So thank you, Steven, for giving me my gorgeous children. And letting me blog about inappropriate crushes. And for letting me photoshop you into the devil.