11 years ago today I had a champagne toast out of plastic cups in the nursery of a church with all my bridesmaids and my grandmother present.
Moments later I stood behind a large, wooden door, hanging on to my dad's arm. I took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and tried to bury the nerves that suddenly came rushing to the surface.
The door opened and we walked in and I could see the back of the room. My cousins were standing in the back because all the seats were full. I tried to smile, but as the pictures later showed, I just looked more like I had partial facial paralysis.
But none of that mattered, because then I turned down the aisle and saw the face of the man, who, 11 years later, is the father of my five children and the face I most love to see.
There's no way I could have envisioned what our life would look like 11 years later. It has been such a BLESSED life. Marriage is sometimes hard, but the rewards of it are SO worth the work.
Happy anniversary, Brian. I love you, and I love our life.
Here is a link to last year's anniversary post, where I shared some wedding pictures. Because I'm too lazy to actually upload them to this post.