We chose a different route home this trip that took us right past the inn where we gave our hearts to each other all those years ago. We told the girls we were going to show them where we got married. When we pulled up they said "this is where Mommy got married?" Apparently they didn't want to acknowledge that Daddy was there too.
I didn't think I would be affected by it much. I thought it would be nice to go there again, but I didn't realize how special it actually was.
|They both said "Mommy, is this where you danced?"|
The sky was blue, and our little girls ran and giggled. It was surreal. Everything I felt that day came flooding back. When we walked towards the bridge that we crossed just before the ceremony I remember looking at my Dad choking back tears to tell him that I was happy.
I wondered how it was even possible that we could be happier than we were that day, yet here we are 8 years and three darling ones later..Happier. Arms brimming with blessings far more than we could ever possibly deserve.
Marriage is a lot of work. Sometimes my husband drives me nuts. Clearly that is because after 8 years he should know exactly what I'm thinking at all times. On the days he's not a mind reader, on the days that sleep is the one thing we wanted but we didn't get, on the days if we had just a few more pennies life would be easier, sure, marriage is hard work. Mostly though, I'm just happy he's here with me. I can't picture life before he was a part of it.
What's more merry than a love story. I throw it in as an added bonus to you.
I also throw in these pictures of my girls, because to them, if a wedding took place here, then dancing took place here.