Six years ago, at this time, I was sitting with my girls at the hotel, munching on goodies and drinking champagne before leaving for our hair appointments, and blissfully happy. Everyone said that the day of our wedding would fly by, and looking back, they definitely weren’t lying. I wasn’t nervous, but I was excited. Excited to get the day underway, excited to leave for Hawaii the next day and enjoy 10 days of glorious relaxation, and excited for kicking off our married life together!
Our wedding wasn’t without hiccups. The groomsmen were drunk before the ceremony even started, my father-in-law has a bad back and had downed one too many pain meds to keep his pain at bay, and my photographer was (unbeknownst to me) in the midst of a very messy divorce, and would later skip town, my wedding photographs in hand, never to be seen again. But, six years later, none of that matters now. This morning, I woke up next to the love of my life, and was (again) blissfully happy! He has stood by my side (as I have stood by his) over the past eight years: we’ve lived on 3 different continents, made job changes and weathered school graduations, opened our hearts to three adorable cats, and generally loved each other a lot over these past eight years. It’s been a wild ride, but incredibly worth it, and I can’t think of a better man who I want to stand next to for the rest of my days.
J – I love you. You are truly the peanut butter to my jelly, and I can’t imagine my life without you. Here’s to many, many more years together, and to the adventure of a lifetime.