1 September, 1978
"A lot of people were confused when I picked today for our wedding date. Probably more confused because I never explained it to them, but I wanted you to understand the significance of it. This day marks so many firsts in my life with you. The first time we met was the first of September, in 1970. Eight years ago to the day. No, it wasn’t the happiest of meetings, but it was our first. And it’s a day I’d never forget.
"The first of September in 1972 was a little more revolutionary for you, because the summer of 1972 was the summer I turned into a stud," he paused to grin at the collective laughs and much more obvious groans from their friends. "And more importantly, the second I saw you on the platform, I realized something. You were hot. And thus began my annoying and arrogant courtship.
"The first of September for the next two years proceeded pretty much the same way, and that’s really not my fault because you kept getting prettier. So really, you’re to blame for all that pestering when you think about it. The first of September in 1976, though. That was a different year. For the first time, when I said hi to you, you didn’t yell at me. I immediately thought you were ill. But the more I thought about it, the more sense it made, and the more I began to see you as the wonderfully complex, brilliant, compassionate, empathetic woman you are. It set the tone for the rest of the year, because I began taking stock of myself and realized what an utter prat I was. I wanted to change that, to become someone worthy of you.
"Which brings us to one year ago today." He paused here and looked down at his hands, grasping his bride’s, while he took a deep breath. "The first of September in 1977," he continued as he looked up and met her shining green gaze, "was the day I fell in love with you. I was quite a wreck that day, if you remember. Things just seemed to be falling apart around me and you actually sat down and talked to me, helped me through it all." He had to pause again to clear his throat, feeling tears prickle in his eyes. "For the first time in seven years, you gave me a chance. You took care of me when I fell ill, worried about me, developed a friendship with my best mate that I’d never seen coming and still don’t fully understand." He let out a choked laugh. "You invested time and energy in me that day and we saw entirely new sides of each other, past the years of annoyance and pratish behavior, past every stupid prank, past everything. How could I not fall in love with you then?
"So it’s only fitting that we celebrate another milestone on this day. This day that’s meant everything to me in terms of us, for eight years now. This day marked our first meeting, my first love, our first kiss, even. And I needed it to mark our first day as husband and wife."