One year ago today...

I was never the type of girl that sat around dreaming and planning my wedding day.  In fact, as I got older, I began to wonder if I’d ever get married because I didn’t think I’d ever meet Mr. Right.  But then, when I wasn’t expecting it, I did.  It makes me laugh now because I can remember, while I was in college, telling my Grandma Boots that I was tired of being single and I wanted so badly to meet a nice guy.  I thought it would never happen and I was tired of waiting.  She told me to be patient.  She said that things happen when they are supposed to happen and that I would find that person someday.  I’m not an incredibly patient person and I really did not want to hear that.  But how right she was!  Somehow, years later, I reconnected with a childhood best friend that I hadn’t seen in over ten years, and when she found out I was single, she set me up with her cousin, Pat.  The rest, as they say, is history.  I will always be grateful to Elizabeth for introducing us.

One year ago today I woke up anxious, happy, nervous, excited and full of anticipation.  I had no idea how the day would go, but at the end I knew that I would be married to one of the kindest, sweetest, most patient men I have ever known.  I felt so incredibility lucky.  The morning and afternoon were so busy, and before I knew it I was standing in the church waiting for my dad to walk me down the aisle.  I was so nervous and shaky, but I will always remember, as we stood there waiting, how my dad leaned over and whispered “You look beautiful” in my ear.    As we started walking, I tried to take in everything - all of the smiling faces of our family and friends, the flowers, the candles, my mom’s happy face as I walked by, and Pat waiting for me at the end of the aisle.  Later, as we said our vows, I couldn’t help the tears that came to my eyes.   There we were, standing in a room full of all of the most important people in our lives, committing ourselves to each other until death do us part.  I felt so happy and so grateful that God had given us this chance.

I can’t believe that it’s already been a year since that wonderful day.  It’s been a year since we posed for pictures by the riverfront in Covington; a year since we danced together for the first time as husband and wife to “It Had to Be You”.  It’s been a year since we toasted with champagne and fed each other pieces of wedding cake.   As I look at the pictures from that day, I can feel my heart squeeze in my chest.  I was so happy that day and I don’t ever want to forget a moment.  So much has happened in a year and so much as changed.  But one thing that hasn’t changed is how much I love my husband.  I can’t wait for the next adventure in our lives, but I will always remember how the journey began.