Two years ago, I woke up at 5 a.m. so excited I couldn't sleep. In a rare move at that time in my life, I laced up my sneakers and went for a jog. I made it a quarter of a mile before I had to sprint into a nearby gas station for an emergency bathroom pitstop. Embarrassing. That was how my wedding day began.
With a laugh.
And it ended with laughs too. I don't want to embarrass ourselves on the Internet, but those who were with us at the Downtown Saloon after the wedding know exactly what I'm talking about. (Yes, we went to a saloon!) The rest of that day in between the beginning and end was the stuff of dreams. I felt like a princess. My Prince Charming cried when I walked down the aisle... and then bent over laughing at himself about crying in front of so many people. Our pastor gave the very best wedding sermon. It was amazing to have all the people we loved in the very same place. The love was palpable. Innocent and free. We danced like crazy and celebrated the moment.
No one knew.
No one knew that a year and a half later they would all meet again in the same church to catch us as we fell into the 'worse' part of 'for better or for worse'. As we sat in the front pew during Callie's memorial service, I couldn't help but think about our wedding day. That beautiful day when all we knew was happiness, love, and joy. That church has seen our most joyful and most sorrowful days.
There is no one.... NO ONE... I would have rather had by my side. In two years, John and I have faced harder challenges than many couples face in a lifetime. But we are still here. Stronger than ever. He is my everything and I thank God for him each and every single night. We talk about everything. John is the very best listener. He tells me I'm beautiful every day without fail.
And he makes me laugh. So hard.
Life is a crazy ride... and I am so glad we have each other for this journey.
John, I love you so much. Each day more than the last. xoxo