Married

August 11, 2012

There was an alter, a loveseat, pastel colors, family and friends. My eyes panned the room, certain faces stirred tender feelings in my heart. As Grandpa gave his sermon the whole scene felt unreal. I cried -- not profusely -- but I was teary. Had the time really come to be a fiance, a bride and now wife? When Grandpa read the promises, I admit, I was a little distracted by the new-ness of everything and the butterflies in my stomach. But any and all nerves were calmed by him, my super handsome, incredibly sweet soon-to-be husband. Just a glance at his smile and the soft hold of his hand reassured me that all wold be okay. And it was.

Actually, it was more than okay.

When it was my turn to answer the big question, I took a deep breath, looked at Cale, then at Grandpa, and back at Cale before releasing my timid but true "yes." Some chuckled at what sounded like hesitation, which made me smile bashfully. At the end they all stood up and hugged me -- those wonderful, caring people. In their own small way, each had played a significant part in getting Us to that point in time of knealing across an alter and making eternal promises to our God and each other. I gave longer hugs to some than others, but I loved them all. We both loved them all for being our unwaivering supports.

We exited the temple hand-in-hand knowing we'd been blessed with a chance to acheive the greatest happiness available. We're not exactly sure what that means, but despite ambiguities and the unknown future, we're committed to and eager for the adventure!