My husband and I are celebrating our very first wedding anniversary today. This time last year we were boarding a plane headed for the great state of California. Chris and I said our vows on Santa Monica beach, and the only witness was the local minister we had found on the Internet. The wedding was picture perfect, and I have no regrets. The intimate moments we shared created memories that will last a lifetime.
The last twelve months have been nothing less than blissful. With each passing week, my skeptical nature would brace itself for the proverbial shoe to drop. I kept waiting for the “newness” to wear off, but instead I found a deeper connection developing. Chris exceeded my grandest expectations, and I found myself falling more and more in love with him every moment we spent together.
My life looks drastically different than it did a year ago. I am still an independent woman, but I have someone to hold my hand at the movies now. I look forward to sharing my evenings with my husband, and I’ve slowly begun to embrace my role as a “bonus mom” to Hunter and Chandler. Our ordinary days seem extraordinary, and I feel more secure than I ever have in my whole life.
Sure, the road we’ve traveled has had a few minor bumps.
His difficult ex-wife . . .
My dysfunctional family . . .
New jobs . . .
These types of struggles always seemed larger than life when I was walking this journey alone. But, with Chris by my side, they are simpler and less complicated. I finally feel “normal”, and I am content knowing that if trials come our way, we will weather the storm together.
I enjoyed my season of singleness, but I absolutely LOVE being married. I have found a rare treasure, and I will protect and cherish him for the rest of my life. I am convinced that Chris and I will grow old together. There a millions of precious memories waiting to be born and today I choose to celebrate!