Attention everyone: a year ago, today, was the best day of my life.
There was vodka, burgundy, and dancing. Family, donuts, and fall colors. The air was brisk, my dress was off-white, the mountains familiar. More than one pair of eyes glistened, while laughter and sincerity radiated throughout the evening, keeping us warm.
If I had to make a list of things I’ll never forget, it would begin and end with beautiful moments. My mom helping me into my dress, my dad’s cracking voice during his speech. The soft ukulele welcoming me down the aisle to “Over the Rainbow,” the nervous giggles of posing for photos, and not really knowing how.
I shared the altar with my brothers, an embrace with each guest, the dance floor with dear friends, and my intimate vows—aloud—for all 115 loved ones to hear.
Luckily, I also got to share this day—this wonderful, beautiful, exciting, cheerful, and lovely day—with the love of my life. Chad and I glided into the new chapter of our lives, starting our marriage in the best of ways: surrounded by authentic love, support, and appreciation, together. Hand-in-hand, we became husband and wife.
In the year that has followed, Chad and I have continued to grow, in the best ways. Marriage has come with new milestones and memories, hardships and trials, and no shortage of new, beautiful moments.
Today, on our first anniversary, I am filled with a sense of depth. My love, a pit—with no bottom in sight. My heart, full—though without a brim.
Chad, just like I said on September 16, 2017, we can go anywhere and do anything and accomplish everything, as long as we’re together. On this day, and all of our tomorrows.
Love you, always.
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