Did I ever tell you that Tom and I got officially married in the state of Massachusetts? Good old Massachusetts. Tom and I had our commitment ceremony back in May of 2004. It was a beautiful, but chilly Saturday at my best friend Kelly Kirby's house, surrounded by 40 friends, fed by a great caterer. It was the whole sha-bang. But since we are now living in Massachusetts where we could be legally married, we thought we should do as the Romans do and tie the not, again. So on the cold Wednesday before Thanksgiving around 5:00 in the evening, our friend Nancy, who officiated at our commitment ceremony, Uncle Patrick, Tom and Mickey and I crept out onto the north lawn, lighted candles and written ceremony in hand to take our place within a circle of candlelight Patrick and I had set up on the lawn moments before. There, by dim candlelight and through much emotion, Nancy revisited her text and we restated the vows we wrote for our commitment ceremony in 2004. Uncle Patrick, who was not present for the commitment ceremony, boo hooed like a girl, and Mickey looked at all of us like we had lost our minds. It was a great and memorable evening. After we got Nancy back into the safety of our house without her breaking a hip out in the dark of night, we piled into the car and headed up the road a piece to have a celebratory dinner at The Old Inn on the Green. Chef Platt and Meredith Kinnard, innkeepers and proprietors of The Old Inn are also my employers at The Southfield Store. They each visited the table to bestow upon us their best wishes which they topped off with a very nice bottle of bubbly for the table. After a fantastic dinner, Meredith took our one wedding photo for us to remember the evening by.
