One year ago, I married the most amazing man in the world.
I remember how excited I was. It surprised me. I was convinced I’d be a bundle of nerves, or a crying hot mess (tears of joy, but sooo not pretty!).
Instead, I walked to that doorway and I was happy, no, thrilled. The day was finally here. And we fought hard for it. We made it happen despite many unpredictable heartbreaks.
My future mom lay in ICU.
My mother was MIA somewhere in the city of Dallas.
But despite it all, I looked at my four beautiful flower girls, and one handsome ring bearer, and I knew, I would never have this moment again.
I think my sister was more nervous than me. Her eyes were full of tears and I wanted to smack her with my bouquet and say, “Do NOT make me cry!”
I laughed instead.
And then I walked down the aisle. I did not stumble on my dress. I did not fall, or slip. I didn’t walk too fast, or too slow. I looked straight ahead at the man I was to marry. And he looked sooooo good.
Our wedding ceremony began at about 3:10 (for the three ten’s).
I spoke my vows to him in front of God, our family, and our wonderful guests in the beautiful St. Matthews United Methodist Church.
It was more incredible than I could have imagined.
Then, we played Westside Music Ministry’s – Have a Little Faith in Me – as we poured three tubes of sand into one heart-shaped vase. Pink for the three girls, peach for Jason, and beige for me. We mixed them together symbolizing our new blended family. No matter what, these sands can never be separated. And knowing the difficult future we face, we vowed to have faith, no matter what. Faith in our life together.
In a blink, the ceremony was over and we were man and wife.
Then we played,It Takes Two, an 80’s hit, (also played on The Proposal movie) and did our cool exit.
We purposely did something fun to celebrate this last part of the wedding. I don’t think anyone will forget it, at least I won’t.
Our new family.
Our gorgeous wedding.
Our amazing family and friends.
And the most angelic girls in the world.
Our perfect 10 wedding.
A day I will remember forever.
We had a quite a first year.
These precious moments helped us through them.
Now….it’s one year later.
Happy Anniversary Sweetheart!
Special thanks to Bella Lucia Photography for traveling from Oregon to Texas to photograph our wedding.