Two years ago today, I remember pacing around the house for a quite a different reason. We were getting married. It was also raining. And eventually... hailing. We had planned to get married under a big tree in Nate's aunt and uncle's backyard. We kept pushing the time of the ceremony back. While Nate got to greet everybody and hang out at the ceremony spot, I was at my in-law's house impatiently waiting and dancing around to Madonna with mom, brother, and sisters to pass the time. Why Madonna? I don't know. Nate called to say that we could wait another half hour but I wanted to get married RIGHT NOW. We ended up exchanging vows in the garage and it was the best garage wedding ever. Then the sun came out, the band set up, and we had quite the celebration.