A whirlwind of a day, one of my most vivid memories was before we left for the ceremony, standing outside the bridal suite on the top floor of the hotel and looking down into the open lobby. As I took a few nervous, deep breaths, I remember being in awe that the day I had always wondered about was finally here. Feeling beyond grateful, I thought about the friends and family who had traveled to join us, the perfect sunny fall day, and most of all – the guy that was waiting for me at the church.
I never thought I would get married at 24. To be honest, there was a time in high school when I would have told you I was never getting married at all. I never wanted to be the girl that needed a guy to be happy, and to say I was a cynic would be an understatement. Then, when I met J, I realized that it wasn’t that I needed him – I wanted him alongside me.
I think J and I would both agree that the last two years have been both the easiest and most difficult years of our lives. Since our wedding day we have lived in three different apartments, had a handful of job titles, welcomed a fur-baby into our lives, traveled to four different countries, and felt both rich with opportunity and poor with actual bank statements. Through it all, he’s always the one I want to share it with. Our lives aren’t perfect, but we sure have a good time living.
So to J – thank you. Thank you for pretending to care about curtains, for knowing which character in Pretty Little Liars is Spencer, for always offering me the last bite of dessert despite knowing that I’ll tell you to have it, and for holding my hand under the covers at night even though you get warm. Here’s to many, many years to come. xx