A month ago today…

I wore a pretty knee length ivory dress and a birdcage veil and walked down the aisle to this song.

I stood hand in hand with the man I love and looked into his eyes and took him as my husband. I was grinning ear to ear. His eyes were wet.

We chose our marriage commissioner to read “Marriage Joins Two People in the Circle of its Love” by Edmund O’Neill. Look it up, it’s lovely.

I stuck to one silly tradition that day, the idea that the bride should wear “Something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue.” My something old was my grandmother’s gold locket. Something new was the chain it was on. Something borrowed were my sister’s pearls. My something blue was a hand embroidered label on my dress, made by my mother-in-law. It read “Cariad” in cursive writing, the Welsh word for “love” or “sweetheart” and my husband’s pseudonym on my blog.

Yes, we went through an extremely rough patch in our relationship earlier in 2011. Yes, you can consider the 6 month separation we’re in the midst of now to be very difficult. But that doesn’t matter to me. What matters is every day I marvel at how incredibly lucky I am to have such an amazing man to call my husband.

June 30th can’t come quickly enough. xx

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