Seven Years

A wedding is a beautiful celebration. The fun, fashion and romance. Food, drink and dancing. Smiles, tears and all round euphoria in the air. But wedding's can also be almighty hectic, stressful and nerve wracking. An hour prior to departure from my parent's place, on my wedding day, I freaked out. Excitement and anticipation culminated in a rather emotional reaction to my hair and makeup. The expectations I placed on these two things were not met, in my critical eyes. I remember shakily walking into the bathroom, collecting my thoughts as I fought back tears and just. breathing. Deep and long. From that point onwards, I was fine. And apart from making Scott wait almost half an hour for my fashionably late arrival, he was fine also.

Seven years ago today, I married the love of a lifetime. A man who I've shared a strong affinity with from the moment we met. Someone who makes me laugh heartily and love passionately. Dream big and reach for the stars. A husband who's devotion grows stronger with each and every year we're together. And a friend who challenges me enough to keep the spark alive. If I had my time again, there are certain things I would change about our wedding day. Choices made by my somewhat naive and impressionable 25 year old self. Though a wedding is but only a day. A marriage is forever and that decision, I wouldn't change for the world.