Yesterday, I did a wedding party of 4. One bride. 2 bridesmaids. 1 mother. It was a lovely day. Started out raining. Then the sky cleared and the sun was shining. The bride kept saying, "I can't believe I'm getting married today." It was gorgeous. The glee in her eyes. The excitement in her energy.
Reminded me of my wedding day. I couldn't wait to get to that corner of the church where I began my walk to my man. All I wanted was to run to him. But my dad was at my side. I wanted to go quite slow.
When I finally got to his side, I felt for the first time in my life that "everything will be alright." And as much as we may bicker from time to time. I still believe that.
But he still drives me crazy. Perhaps that's just what love is.