two years ago yesterday i married my husband. i laugh and shake my head when questioned about the wedding. i encourage others to elope and throw a grand party. i complain that the details have become blurry and that the day was a kaleidoscope of faces and family.
truth? i wouldn't have traded my wedding for all the hawaiian islands. i loved the debates over whether a song was appropriate for dancing or a little too "booty shakey." i smile over the fact that candles hung in mason jars and my grandpa's air force pin was clipped safely under my train. best of all...i will never forget walking down the aisle.
that walk wrecked me. it humbled me, lifted me up, caused tears to stream down my face, and imprinted the moment as a memory that could outlast alzheimer's.
at that moment i knew how much i was loved. how much i had been loved. how much i will always be loved. at that moment i thanked God for his many blessings.
and two years later i'm still thankful.
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