12 years ago today, I woke up at 6:30 in the morning before anyone else in my house did. My stomach was doing flips and there was no point in trying to sleep anymore. At 7, after a shower, I welcomed our hairdresser/makeup artist into my parents house and shared a quiet breakfast with him before everyone else start stirring. It was the last quiet moment I had all day. By 7:30, my parents and siblings were up, the bridesmaids arrived and the house became this crazy den of excitement and laughter and jitters. Before I knew it, the limo arrived and we headed to the church. I wasn’t nervous until my girls started to walk up the aisle, so I did what I always do when I get nervous- I started talking. My poor father was just trying to get us up the aisle and I wouldn’t stop running my mouth. Until I saw the Hubs and all the nerves just went away. I was getting married to him– there was nothing to be nervous about.
Before God, our family and our friends we said our vows. We promised to love, honor and respect each other no matter what. I said them then, and I’d say them again today.
We had two days without the kids this weekend and I’m always delighted in how much I not only love my husband, but how much I like him. He makes me laugh, we always have something to talk about and I just enjoy his company. It’s not always sunshine and roses around these parts, but the good times far outweigh the bad and I couldn’t be happier living this adventure with the Hubs by my side.