Seven years. That’s how long it’s been since that warm late August day. People tell me it was unbearably hot but I really can’t say that I noticed. All I remember is… everything else.
The smile on my face as the alarm went off that morning. The early morning Starbucks run and sitting in the salon chair with a stomach full of spastic butterflies. The morning hours spent with best girl friends, much makeup and even more laughter.
The hours that both flew and creeped by until 5:00PM.
The swell of the music. The smell of the flowers. The moment of quiet. The deep breath and the opening doors and the first step.
And then it all melts into seeing your face and a beaming smile. I knew. Never had I been more sure of the next step to take.
Vows said with shaky voices and certain hearts. And everything we had known changed in a swaying lilt of “Will you?” and “Yes.”
Then we danced like the crazy kids we were and dined on stuffed mushrooms and root beer floats.
Often it feels like yesterday that we headed out together, a family, into the balmy night.
But a few things have changed in seven years and sometimes it feels like a million lifetimes ago.
Our flower girls and ring bearers are now amazing teenagers with driver’s licenses.
Our newlywed apartment is a cherished memory and the halls we now walk are beautifully littered with the effects of 2 twirling girls.
Seven Years. 84 Months. 2,555 Days. Some of them have been harder than others and every now and then I forget what it was like to be the new bride.
But looking at that girl in all that white in our wedding album, and the way she looked at him–
And looking at me looking at you as you come in the door and are met with a chorus of girls and hugs– I see her.
She’s still here. A few more laugh lines and just as many butterflies. And she still feels the exact same way and the answer is still “YES.”
You and Me. Forever. Nothing has really changed.
Celebrating 7 years of Marriage to my One and Only and Happy to Link up with my Five Minute Friday Friends!!!