Nineteen years ago I was giddy as could be.
And also very nervous.
But the giddiness cancelled out the nerves.
Because I was marrying this guy:
I had found the specific bra I needed to wear with my wedding dress I was huffy and freaking out about to my sisters the night before :)
I had all my fake ivy wreaths lined up ready to adorn the heads of my bridesmaids.
I had my huge sleeves on my wedding dress all puffed out, ready to go.
I had done my own hair and plopped my veil right on top.
And I was ready to take that big, giant step into the unknown with some guy I thought I knew but really scarcely knew if I look back and really think about it.
(Except when he makes me hopping mad :)
Through all my home-building months accompanied by my horrific-decision-making skills, I have thought of this often:
How in the world did I make that decision so long ago when I was practically a baby (ha). How did I not second guess? How did I not get that hollow sick feeling I feel so often when making decisions on what countertop goes where or which wood stain we will like for the longest? I mean, who really cares about those things in the whole scheme of life? But who you marry??? Well THAT'S huge.
Maybe I didn't stress because it was just right.
He's stuck with me for nineteen years of ups and downs. That says a lot because often times I'm a little bit crazy. I can't wait for the next nineteen.
Or the next nineteen after that, and after that and after that.
Cause I get to hang onto this one for a long time. We've got forever to go. And I feel like the luckiest girl ever because of that little fact.
Love you babe.