2 years ago today, Jameson and I started our own family. 10/10/09. After three and a half years of dating, including a year of planning, we finally made the walk that would establish ourselves as husband and wife. Everyone always says that the planning process goes so fast. Not to me. The day could not come soon enough and I constantly found myself wanting to fast forward. The anticipation of being his wife, of finally living in the house we had been throwing ourselves into renovating, of making a public vow to stand by his side for the rest of my life, of waking up to my best friend every morning was some of the most real emotion I have ever felt.
I had no problem sleeping the night before our wedding. What was there to worry about? The planning was done, the friends and family were here, and I was marrying my best friend. I had no reservations giving him my full heart knowing it would be in safe keeping. We had seen each other at our best and worst and loved each other fully, recognizing our own and acknowledging each others' shortcomings. We wanted to be together regardless. We never wanted a "break" from each other. Never wanted to keep things from the other. We looked to each other for entertainment, affection, advice, and a sense of home.
Luckily, Jameson liked helping me plan the wedding since he had worked at the Chesapeake Bay Beach Club for several years. He arranged the DJ, the photographer, and helped me pick the cake, the florist, the decorations, the music. Just as everything leading up to the wedding and everything since the wedding, we did it together.
The day finally came and all I cared about was that at the end of the day, I wanted to be married to Jameson. All the other details could blow up in my face but as long as I was his wife, it would be the best day of my life up to then. I had cried almost daily the entire year leading up to 10/10 because I was so happy. Music was the death of me. I would show up at work with mascara running down my face because of something I heard on the radio. Daydreams were a disaster too. I would picture the doors of the church opening and him standing at the altar and suddenly be drenched in tears. Funny that when the time came, I hardly cried. It felt so RIGHT.
The reception was something we have wished to relive multiple times since. Both of our families like to party, and party we did! The food was delicious of course, the toasts made us both cry, and the night went too fast. Luckily we had an amazing photographer who helps us go back to the night every time we look at pictures.
People told us if we could make it through our first year we would be set. People said if we could make it through renovating a house we could make it through anything. Well we did and here we are. Neither one of us could have imagined being at this place only two years in. Three tropical trips, two years, one house, one dog, one income, and one beautiful baby girl. We certainly have made the first two years full of memories. When things get hard, when we forget we are living our dream, I look at these pictures. On that day we had no idea what was in store for us, in two years, twenty years, or 50 years. All I know is there is no one else I want to wake up to every morning and go to sleep with every night. No one else I want my children to call "Daddy." No one else I want to spend the rest of my life showing how much they are loved. He is "that voice I want to hear, some day when I am 90. That wooden rocking chair I want rocking right beside me." Thank you for the two most fulfilling and exciting years of my life Jameson. I can't wait to see what else is in store for us and to keep living our story everyday. I love you.
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