(photo by one of my bridesmaids...layout by me)
One month ago today...
I was hugging my mother good morning...she had no clue her little girl was getting married that day.
A barista was scrawling the word "bride" across my coffee cup just as the sun said hello.
I was penning the final touches on vows I knew wouldn't leave my lips without a few tears shed.
We were secretly frolicing through orange trees, kissing for the camera.
Then we were shouting "surprise", watching my parents cry as they realized what was happening.
I was hand in hand with my mother, whisking her off to put on a very special dress.
I was tucking a hankie in my daddy's jacket pocket and linking my arm in his.
My father was walking me into the sunset, toward the big oak tree with ribbons blowing in the breeze.
One month ago today, my fiance became my husband and I became his wife.
Although in the first month of marriage I've said more "goodnights" to my husband from across an ocean than I have face to face, it has been a joy. Well, mostly a joy...it's not perfect, we have our moments...it's no fairytale.
But it is good. So very, very good. Most days I wonder how I tripped into such a beautiful life place, where I'm respected, considered, loved and cherished. A few folks have told me that I'm "just in the honeymoon phase", but I don't believe that's true. He's not Prince Charming and I'm no Cinderella. My feet are very much on the ground, but my heart is very much in deciding to be happy every single day. Deciding to love my husband, even if there are tough days, until my last breath.
Cause that's what love is. And that's how we roll.