It was warm, there wasn't rain like there is today. Instead of
Issac in the Gulf, it was Ike, and we had been watching it very
closely. At that moment, the world had stopped. Braeden was at his
Grandmothers, Ryan at home with our dogs and I was at my parents house
with five of my closest friends.
I was the last one
up it seemed. I had spent the majority of the evening reminicing about
the days when we were wild and crazy, they always made the best
stories. It was early, and the smell of coffee loomed in the air. We
half-heartedly tried fixing our strands of hair before the stylist
arrived, and for most of us, the anticipation of the day was showing on
our faces.
It was my wedding day.
Four
years ago, I woke up on this very day and got ready to marry the man
that I had dreamed about for so long. I was ready to say "I Do" to the
father of my child and the one person who knew me better than anyone
else.
Today, unlike other days, the usual hussle and
bustle out the door doesn't exist. Both of us sit down and enjoy our
morning coffee, both taking in the moment. It's the quiet moments like
this, that we realize, we're happy, we've been happy, and we were filled
with happiness four years ago.
Ryan, thank you for
standing by my side all of these years, thank you for giving me two
beautiful boys to call my own. Thank you for allowing me to follow my
dreams, and live the life I always knew I wanted. I said "I Do" then
and I say "I continue today."
Happy Anniversary.
