Today I will marry my best friend. It is surreal that this day is finally upon us, since we have been planning for 10 months now.
This last week, I’ve been processing the mere fact that we’re getting married – let alone the weight of that covenant. After all, I honestly never thought I would marry again. There was a time that I had closed the door to my heart and thrown away the hope of there ever being a key. Little did I know that the same door would swing wide open when I met Jonathan.
From our first 4-hour lunch at Carabba’s, our chemistry was apparent. I remember driving away from that meal thinking, “Wow – I had a great time! I’m sure I’ll never hear from him again.” That was just my dating luck, or so it seemed. We texted that evening, and we had our second date less than 48 hours later…
…but I struggled to believe this budding romance could really happen. After all, I was leaving the country and was sure he would forget about me. The night before I left, he handed me 10 letters, one for each day I was to be gone. THAT was the moment it sunk in that he really liked me. Not just any guy would be thoughtful (or motivated) enough to do such a thing.
Over the last 2 years, he has lavished me with his thoughtfulness and love time and time again. He brings me flowers. Rubs my feet when I’ve had a long day. Gives me cards and creative gifts (speaking my love language). He challenges my thought processes; loves my girls; joins in with my crazy detox diets. We simply love being together, and I’ve never been happier.
As I write this, just hours before we say “I do,” I’m nervous and excited. But more than anything, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world to marry my best friend.
I love you, Jonathan. Passionately.
(We leave tomorrow for our honeymoon. That being said, I’ll be taking a blog break for a while. I promise to post wedding pictures as soon as I can. I’m off to get hitched, y’all!)