#mywedding

I don’t know how I got to this place. Tomorrow is the day I’ve been waiting for. Almost two years ago, I thought this day would never come.

Thank you God, Mother Earth, and any other entity that played a part in bringing this man to me, heart in hand, begging me not to leave, and asking for my hand in marriage. I thank those same entities for keeping me from turning him away, as I planned to do, because I didn’t want Him to marry if He didn’t want to.

Tomorrow, I will stand up in front of our friends and family and make solemn vows to Him.

I will continue to love Him so much it hurts when He is away. I’ll honor Him by always putting Him and our marriage first. And I’ll cherish His heart in the same way He’s cherished mine since the moment we got together. If we have challenges, I promise to always look at His side of things. I promise to celebrate His victories with Him, and comfort Him during losses. And I promise to be there for Him when He’s sick or hurt.

I wonder if other brides speak those traditional vows and just consider them part of the ceremony, with the wedding itself being a bigger indicator of the commitment the couple are making. I’m sure it’s happened, and there’s nothing wrong with it.

But when I say those words, I will look into His eyes and bare my soul to Him. In front of our families and close friends, I will openly and honestly make those vows to Him, praying that He senses the earnestness of my words.

Tomorrow is the day. Our day. The day I will promise to love, honor, and cherish Him. For better or worse, for richer or for poorer, through sickness and in health, for as long as we both shall live.

I’m going to remember every moment.