It’s hard to believe that it’s been almost 8 years since I got married.
I remember waking up at the hotel before my bridesmaids and quietly slipping out of the room.
Walking around I eyed the overflowing suitcases until my eyes settled in my wedding dress.
The dress. The shoes. The months of planning finally turning into a reality.
The rush of excitement and anticipation was overwhelming, yet calming at the same time.
After all, I’d been planning each and every perfect detail for the past 5 1/2 months.
The dress fit even more perfectly than it did when I first tried it on.
Completing my now finished hair and make up, the only thing left was to walk down the aisle.
It’s funny how it’s easy to forget so many of the little details of such a momentous day.
Like who sat next to who, or if the bubbles made it to each person’s chair for the recession.
All I remember is the warm sun on my face and the smile on Kyle’s that seemed to permeate through me.
There wasn’t a dry eye in the house.
Kyle’s vows made sure of it.
“Just like a painter needs a paintbrush… I need you
Just like a potter needs his clay… I need you
Just like the water needs to meet the ocean shore… I need you”
Even after all these years, those words ring true, and I couldn’t be more blessed that he chose to say them to me.
And although the day was over quicker than it began.
It will always and forever be one of the best chapters in the book of my life.
What do you remember most about your wedding? Would you have changed anything?