It was raining. It was dreamy like every movie promises. It was far greater than the Pinterest board made when I was twelve.
Our wedding was the best day of my life! I relive certain memories from our day over, and over. I’m scrolling through our photos constantly and reminiscing walking down the aisle and seeing everyone we love in one place. Having my Florida family there made me feel nearly complete.
Something changed when we said I do. It was deeper than just a wedding.
I’ve never loved anything or anyone more, it was the experience of my life. I can die happily complete now.
I’ve decided my timeline starts there. May 31st is practically my birthday because my life is finally starting. I can heal and overcome my traumas, allowing them to make me stronger.
I feel like I’ve made such a huge accomplishment and I’m so proud of myself. I’m honored, and I’m thankful.
I’ve grown up listening to all of the married woman talk about things they didn’t like about their weddings. They regretted decisions they made or styles they chose.
I regret nothing, I loved it all, everything was perfect.
The rest is written somewhere else.