8 years later.

I remember how the sun was shining. Not a drop of rain in the forecast-woo hoo!!
How amazing it felt to get up that day with so much anticipation pulsing through my veins.
We met at the church that morning to pray. We didn’t care much about superstition…but that would be the last time we’d see each other until the doors opened at the church; a girl on her dad’s arm.
clothed in white, with cheeks flushed pink.
I remember getting ready with all of my girls-the hair, the make up, the dresses. The laughter. This incredible blend of sisters who meant everything to me.
I remember caring little about details. :) Flowers? Decoration of the church and ball room? Food?? Kitty and her entourage of friends are professional event planners. So i went through the day with happy surprises all around me.
I remember how my dad paced and started to cry as we waited on the other side of the doors.
And then the processional. Seeing you up there, waiting for me.
for ME! ;)
The worship music, the vows we wrote, surrounded by absolutely everyone we loved the most.
The kiss. the “I now pronounce you man and wife”. Everyone laughing at my whole body “woo hoo!”
Oh…and the photographer who was the worst photographer in the history of the world.
who smelled bad and needed a shower. :(
I remember the reception hall looking picture perfect and how much fun we had dancing the night away with all of our friends.
but mostly I just remember it feeling like it truly was the best day of my life.
And that was just the beginning.

How blessed are we to be in this place 8 years later?
To have it be so much better now then it was on that day?
love you, I do, Husband.
happy anniversary!