Today is our twelve-year anniversary and a huge milestone in so many ways.
We got out old pictures last night and had the kids in hysterics looking at how silly and awkward we were on our big day. Chris and I were just babies, going through the motions of being adults but our youth and insecurity certainly showed.
I turned twenty just a month before this photo was taken and Elora arrived just two short months after. We went from being punk kids in baggy clothes to a family overnight. I’m amazed we made it through really, with so much against us. But miraculously here we are on the other side, living such an amazing and unusual life. So much richer and more wonderful than I could have ever imagined.
When I sit with new brides, planning out the details of their big day, I often want to lean across the table and whisper “Honey, forget all of this stuff, or at least don’t waste your time stressing about it. You won’t remember any of it anyway. If you can, just try and have fun, connect with your sweetie, and soak in all of the love around you. It’s that love that will stay with you, not all of the fleeting details you are suffering over right now.”
I like imagining you as a punk kid.