Roger, the past three years as your wife have been better than I could have imagined. We've laughed more than you promised we would, you support and encourage and love me more than anyone should and we have an amazing daughter together. You are my dream, my love, my soulmate and every day I cherish the fact that I'm the luckiest woman around because you are my husband.
From my wedding journal, dated October 31, 2003:
Our wedding was perfect! The weather, at first, was a bit overcast. But after our vows, during photos, the sun came out and we had a gorgeous sunset over Trunk Bay. Roger and I were actually so happy to have the pressure off of us after the ceremony. It was lovely and emotional and memorable but I think we both sighed with relief when the formalities were done. We drank champagne on the beach in our wedding clothes and laughed and had sweet, romantic moments too. We were truly glowing. It was the best day of my life.
After we left our wedding beach we drove up the hill to our wedding dinner at Asolare (The word means, "the leisurely passing of time." Roger thought it meant, "Asshole Larry's.") True to the example his father set for him, Roger visited the restaurant earlier in the evening on his way to our wedding and tipped the maitre'd $50 to be sure we'd get the best table in the place. So, when we arrived at Asolare everyone already knew Roger and they treated us like royalty. We had more champagne, a shrimp tempura appetizer and Roger had roasted duck and I had the scallops. The staff served us a complementary dessert -- some sort of flan, I can't remember. By then we'd had a bit of champagne!
When we left Asolare (view from the restaurant at left) we drove through the tiny town of Cruz Bay honking the horn and yelling to people from our windows, "Hey! WE GOT MARRIED!" Most of the locals were happy for us. Others just shouted back, "Whateva, mon."