married
One week ago today I was married.
I could make a list of all the things that went wrong (It rained, we forgot our bestman’s tie, we had no non-alcoholic beverages, someone cracked the croquembouche before we got to it).
But none of that mattered because it was perfect, perfect, perfect. Better than perfect, actually.
Despite all of it, I don’t feel that different today.
Happy, certainly…
Well rested (at long last)…
Relieved that we pulled it all off without a hitch (well, maybe that one)…
Excited to be jetting off to Paris in two weeks…
But I don’t love Liam any more or less. I don’t feel any more committed to him than before we slipped on our rings.
We’ve always been connected, always felt that we were forever.
The way I’ve always looked at it this big shindig, is that we were throwing this big amazing party - less to act like the glue to our relationship, the thing that cements us together - and more a celebration of the strength of the bond that was already, always, there.
And that’s what it was: The biggest, best party of our lives. With all the people we love most.
Do you get how perfect, perfect, perfect that is?
Mirrored from b e t h m a h e r . c o m.