The day was perfect. It was the day I had been waiting for since I was a little girl. The day my prince charming came to say "I do" and carry me off into the sunset to live happily ever after. It was a Sunday, the weather was warm, overcast, with a breeze. We were worried about rain, especially since we were to have a garden wedding and no back-up plan. I was looking the best I'd ever looked. Those work-outs really paid off. After getting my hair and make-up done, putting on my dress that I couldn't breathe in, it was time. I started to get nervous...it was all so overwhelming! This was it, the moment I'd been waiting for since I could dream about happily ever afters! I walked down the aisle with both my dads, crying the whole way down. I felt like such a goober that I was crying before the ceremony even started. But, as I approached Ross, he looked at me with wide, awestruck eyes and when he breathed the words "You look amazing," my world was alright. (and the rain held off, much to my relief!)
As I look back on the day I became Mrs. Fergus, I honestly cannot remember a day where I was more joyful. Sure, I was happy when Jude was born, but that was a different kind of joy. I had my whole life ahead of me and I thought we'd always be happy and in love and everyday would be exciting, lovely and full of intimate conversation. I came into the marriage with so many expectations, which I would later realize were completely off. Of course I knew there would be hard times, but we were in love! What couldn't we face!
I kind of laugh to myself when I think about those early days. They were awesome, no doubt, but we were on cloud nine and still in the honeymoon phase. Reality and life hadn't had time to set in yet. Most people say that the first year of marriage is the hardest, but I have to disagree. Our first year of marriage was amazing. I would have to say that the second year is the hardest. After the newness wears off, you just don't know how to keep the spark going that was so easy in the beginning. But, different things are a bit sweeter. Like learning to understand another person that was made just for you to understand. Learning how to love this person who was made for you to love. Watching this person grow and change more into a man he longs to be. I have to say that as the years go on, marriage is more fun, more exciting...sometimes more than those early days. And I have come to love reality more than fantasy. I have learned to throw out all my expectations. I have learned to build up, not tear down. And starting a family was/is a whole other adventure!
Here is a little flashback to June 4, 2006....
As I look back on the day I became Mrs. Fergus, I honestly cannot remember a day where I was more joyful. Sure, I was happy when Jude was born, but that was a different kind of joy. I had my whole life ahead of me and I thought we'd always be happy and in love and everyday would be exciting, lovely and full of intimate conversation. I came into the marriage with so many expectations, which I would later realize were completely off. Of course I knew there would be hard times, but we were in love! What couldn't we face!
I kind of laugh to myself when I think about those early days. They were awesome, no doubt, but we were on cloud nine and still in the honeymoon phase. Reality and life hadn't had time to set in yet. Most people say that the first year of marriage is the hardest, but I have to disagree. Our first year of marriage was amazing. I would have to say that the second year is the hardest. After the newness wears off, you just don't know how to keep the spark going that was so easy in the beginning. But, different things are a bit sweeter. Like learning to understand another person that was made just for you to understand. Learning how to love this person who was made for you to love. Watching this person grow and change more into a man he longs to be. I have to say that as the years go on, marriage is more fun, more exciting...sometimes more than those early days. And I have come to love reality more than fantasy. I have learned to throw out all my expectations. I have learned to build up, not tear down. And starting a family was/is a whole other adventure!
Here is a little flashback to June 4, 2006....
This dance was so awkward for some reason, ha!
Happy 3rd anniversary, my love. I love you more as the years go on, and I can't wait to spend many more with you.
2 comments:
I loved reading this! So beautiful! I am so glad you have found such happiness, you are inspiring to say the least! I agree, the first year was for sure not the hardest...second has been harder but no matter what, I know we'll get thru whatever is thrown our way. And I know you guys will too! Congrats on your wedding anniversary (sorry, I know I'm late!) and here's to many many many more!
beautiful pictures and beautiful words....a wonderful tribute to your marriage and hubby!!!
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