The night before, we were too nervous and excited to sleep, so I had gone for a late night jog with my maid of honor. She was freaked out by the cornfields surrounding my tiny hometown, and I remember teasing her about it.
My mom and I had planned the entire day. We put together all of the food for the reception and decorated the hall and the church. One of my bridesmaids and her mom arranged all of the flowers (artificial because of my allergies) as their gift to us. My grandparents bought my dress and paid for the DJ. Friends and family came from far and wide to celebrate with us.
The day was beautiful, warm, and sunny. It was a perfect day marry my best friend!
Fast forward fifteen years.
The years in between then and now haven't always been easy. We've had some really rough patches. We've been through some hard times. I've had a lot of learning to do about how to be a wife and a mother. I'm not an easy person to live with. I tend to be spacy and forgetful. I mess up dinner just as often as I get it right. The laundry is rarely caught up. The house is usually a wreck. I don't always show my husband how much I love him in ways that he can feel.
But today, fifteen years later, I woke up married to my best friend. We have two funny, smart, engaging children, a home like I've always dreamed of owning, a beautiful piece of land that is like our own little piece of paradise, food in our kitchen, shoes on our feet, love in our hearts, and I couldn't ask for much more.
I am so grateful for Mike. I don't always get butterflies when he walks into a room, but he can still sweep me off my feet. He makes me laugh, he encourages me, he makes me want to be a better version of myself. He teaches me, he pushes me. He is truly my other half.
I wouldn't trade these last fifteen years for anything in the world. And I can't wait to spend the rest of my life exploring life with this amazing man I get to call my husband!