And that we will love.
Six months ago today, I was busy primping and pampering myself, trying to make myself look more beautiful than I’ve ever looked before.
I arrived at the bridal suite nervous and a little cranky. Anticipation has never been my thing.
I put the dress on and began to cry. I was so nervous. My mom and bridesmaids played hinky pinkys with me to keep my mind occupied.
And then, I was waiting to walk down the aisle and I heard the familiar strains of fanfare that begin “All You Need is Love” and I started walking with my parents. And I saw Tim. And nothing else mattered anymore.
Six months ago today, I married my favorite, my only, my love. I didn’t become someone new or shed something old. I didn’t step through a portal that transported me to Wedded Bliss. The earth didn’t move under my feet.
Weddings are not transformative. Love is. And I am lucky to be so transformed by so much of it. Love from family, friends, Tim. Like a child, it takes a village (and lots of hard work) to raise a baby marriage, a baby family. And we have been blessed with a village.
For six months, I have grown and changed. I have remained the same. I have been a contradiction. I have been a feminist domestic. I have blended old and new. I have discarded and added. I have reflected. I have looked forward. I have been filled with love.
For six more months, we’ll take it day-by-day. And before we know it, we’ll be on the other side of another October, looking back and looking forward. Maybe we’ll be looking in completely different directions, but if I have faith in anything, I have faith that we will meet in the middle. And that we will love.
Beautiful! Congratulations!