It was a ruthlessly cold night in Cleveland and the city streets were covered with ice. The church was still decorated with the red poinsettias from Christmas. Before the wedding, one of our friends was mugged and had her purse stolen. By reception's end, the bar would be out of booze and the groom was dragged around on the dance floor by his best man and cousin. One of the groomsmen spent the night puking in the bathroom and another member of the wedding party nearly came to blows with his brother. To say the least, it was quite a memorable night for everyone... including Julie and myself.
14 years later, we're still happily married and strong. Here are some photos from our wedding album.
Here we are, Mr. & Mrs. Malchus for the first time.
Budd and me before the wedding.
Julie and her sisters, Michelle (left) and Sue, before the wedding.
One of my favorite pictures of Steve and his future bride, Marianne.
Still one of the greatest pictures of Matt (with Julie's friend, Mary Helen). I can't remember him wearing such a huge smile anytime after this night.
Here's to another 14 years and a lifetime after that. I love you, Julie.