Today is my and Andres’ fourth wedding anniversary.
Happy anniversary, my love.
I thought today I would be be thinking about our marriage, but with famous weddings taking over all media, I find myself thinking of our wedding. It was beautiful. Especially the way it began and ended.
I expected to cry. I had a special hankie for the occasion tucked into my bouquet. But as I walked down the aisle, all I felt was pure joy. The happy faces of our family and dearest friends overwhelmed me. Here I thought this day was celebrating the beginning of love, when I was hit with the realization that I have always been in the tender care of my family’s love. I smiled ear to ear, because how could I not?
At the end of the aisle, it was you, my beloved. We couldn’t stop giggling and talking through the whole ceremony because that’s us. When we were first dating I asked you what would happen if we ever ran out of things to talk about. You promised me we never would, and you were right. Our love is neither solemn or silent. It’s boisterous, babbling, unstoppable.
I’m not sure if our guests realized that the end of our wedding came 15 minutes early, because we wanted to be alone together. We had a first song and a last. We had the DJ play it, so we could leave. Come Away with Me by Norah Jones. And then we left, not saying good-bye or being showered by confetti. We held hands and made a run for it.
It being the rest of our lives.
Here are a few of the details from what happened in between the beginning and the end.
Our life together is no longer very glamorous; we rock babies instead of dance all night. But last week, after breakfast, you caught me, we caught each other in an 8 am dance. The boys watched in awe. All of a sudden my head went dizzy as I felt my heels go over my heart. Lost and found in your arms.
That is marriage.
That is our marriage.
As happy as I look in our wedding pictures is nothing compared to how happy I am now in the life we held hands and ran away to create together.
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