Two years ago today, I woke up without any butterflies in my stomach. I wasn’t nervous or stressed or anything but just happy. That’s how I remember that day.
I remember not caring if my hair was out of place, or if photos took a little longer than anticipated, or if I didn’t finish my glass of champagne. I remember sitting with Mr. Lovely in the church while a choir of our friends sang to us. I remember being ushered around here and there because we were just in a fog of happy. I remember driving from the church to the reception in my dad’s ’57 Chevy, just me and my new husband, and people honking and yelling congrats through their rolled-down windows. I remember the last dance of the evening, to The Boy I’m Gonna Marry, looking around on the dance floor and seeing all of the people that we love, just having so much fun. I remember it all so clearly, and I hope I do forever.
I love you honey, and I know we’re only on year two, but I don’t know how it could possibly get any better. xoxo