Blink. High school is over. Blink. You have a college diploma in your hands. Blink. You are sitting at your desk at your first adult job. Blink. You are on a first date with someone, except this time it feels different. It feels right, comfortable, effortless. Blink. You are engaged! Planning the wedding of your dreams within a budget that doesn’t make you cringe. Blink. It is your wedding day. The flowers are perfect, the wedding party is stunning, and the food is superb. Let’s not forget the adult beverages that are flowing to help with the jitters and dancing the “YMCA.” Blink. Your first child is born. You are looking at a perfect combination between you and your spouse.
I have been married to my husband for two years today. April 22. A random date on the calendar has become a day of beginning for us. The vows we took meant more today than they did that day. We were naive. We had convinced ourselves we knew everything about being married. It was just a piece of paper that solidified our relationship. My name would change. That would be the only difference from being a couple to partners.
The months leading up to the wedding were stressful to say the least. We wanted to do everything on our own in order to make the day our own. We hurt a few feelings, but when everything was done, it was all forgiven and forgotten. The days leading up the big day were stressful to say the least. We got married in Austin, Texas, far enough away from our home to be considered a destination wedding. Families and friends drove or flew in within a two-day period. It was chaos from the moment we checked into the hotel.
Our rehearsal dinner was perfection: a boat tour of Lady Bird lake where we watched for the infamous Congress Street Bridge bats. The wedding was even better. Surrounded by close family and friends, nestled amongst the wildflowers of Texas…it was a picturesque day. Each photo radiated the love and excitement of the day. I look back on the photos with the biggest smile on my face. I loved my dress. My husband was the handsomest man I had ever seen in his tux. The decor was perfect because it was natural beauty of hill country, the reason I fell in love with Texas. The smiles on our friends and family were smiles of a joyous time with a plentiful open bar.
It was an unforgettable night. Our vows still resonate in my mind daily. They have defined our relationship and growth as we traverse the bumpy road of marriage and now kayak down the rapids of parenthood. There were moments where we each had reservations about whether we were the one for each other. We both blinked. That was the end of that.
I married a man who defies all logic when it comes to a gentleman in today’s day and age. He sacrifices so much for his girls. He is constantly there when I need a shoulder to cry on or a punching bag after a stressful day. He knows exactly what to say, even if there is nothing to say. I cannot imagine my life without him anymore. He is my drug and reason for life. He has taught me the meaning of love and all that word encompasses and more. I often tell him that he is the mold God uses to make a man. A man who is sensitive, compassionate, strong, and the best friend every girl needs.
I love you more then have
Ever found the way to say
“The Luckiest,” Ben Folds