This weekend, we’ll celebrate our wedding anniversary, lucky number 13. Thirteen years with my husband. The day of the month I was born. The number I’ll always bet on in Vegas.
Our wedding was simple. I never dreamed of a big wedding and couldn’t afford the one I might have wanted, anyway. And embarking into a mixed marriage (Japanese-German-American to Armenian-American) was its own saga. Instead, we pared it down to the essentials. Bride, groom, a dress from Macy’s for $27, and my best friend and her husband as witnesses. The ceremony was at the Beverly Hills courthouse, because that was the closest option, and afterward we celebrated at CUT by Wolfgang Puck, another close option.
My husband and I recently went back to CUT. I thought I might wear my wedding dress but instead I opted for the Nap Dress, which felt dressy and comfortable. Wolfgang was in the dining room making the rounds. He came by to our table, greeted us and said I looked like a princess. I know princess is a loaded compliment, but after 13 years of marriage and two kids, I’ll take it. That’s the power of the Nap dress and lucky number 13.
