My Wedding Day
I woke up buzzing on the morning of my wedding day. It was early, and I rolled over to see my sister still sleeping next to me. We shared a bed for what felt like the last real time we ever would. I remember feeling so content - that sense of peaceful happiness. Truth be told, that moment of peace passed rather quickly as my nerves and excitement took over. It was the day I was to marry the boy I loved at the young age of 12 years old. As my sister and I made our way to mom & dad’s room, it felt like Christmas morning when we were little girls. Too excited to do anything but wake up mom & dad to get the party started! We jumped on the bed with mom and laid there a moment, taking it in. If my stomach wasn’t doing multiple flips, I’m sure the tears would have fallen while we looked at one another, realizing the exquisite beauty of a life full of love. I watched Father of the Bride that morning while my hair was curled and my lipstick brushed on. It was a movie I had grown up with and one that I adored. The rest of the day truly was a fairytale…
My husband & I have been together since we were 12 years old. We're junior-high sweethearts navigating this crazy life!
The first dance is my favourite part of every wedding. I love hearing the lyrics that connect a couple in such a beautiful way.
I adore linen, sourdough bread & music. My true life pleasures!