Bliss

Six years. I have managed to trick my husband into staying married to me for six years. It rained, nay, POURED...on our wedding day; I broke my beloved tiara in a desperate attempt by the best man to shove me into the limo lest I get rained on; my new brother-in-law had one too many celebratory drinks after the ceremony and didn't even make it through the dinner; our towncar that was supposed to whisk us away to our hotel after the reception never showed up. Yet, as I reminisce about September 28, 2002, these things are never in the forefront of my memory. I have to really think about what happened, what went wrong. Because my initial thought is always: "It was perfect." I instantly remember the look on my hubby's face when he first saw me that day; the way he looked at me as we stood in front of our family and friends and God and vowed to stay together through thick and thin; the way we danced and hugged and kissed and laughed; the perma-smiles we had all evening. People still comment on how much fun they had at our wedding, and I concur; it was a blast.

Six years later and we are still in love. It's been difficult; we've had a lot of crazy things handed to us over these last several years, but we are still best friends and our love has grown into something more. It's an understanding. We can look at each other and know that life can't throw anything at us that we can't handle. I look at my hubby and think how lucky I am that he chose me. He surprises me with his patience. He showers me with thoughtful gifts, surprises, and more love than I feel I deserve. Much like our wedding day our life together will not be "perfect," but the memories we are building together will always put a smile on our face. A perfect partnership and a best friend for life. Pure bliss.