To my own relief, I never had to face that moment as a “bride-to-be.” When my husband and I exchanged our vows in a small hotel room in the mountains, I fell into his arms sobbing. Almost as if I was near death, I encountered a flood of memories that encompassed every one of those pivotal moments which had brought us to be husband and wife.
After spending so much time reminiscing on my life thus far, I realized that all of the occasions in my journal that may have seemed mundane were in fact the stepping stones I would need to grow into the person I so desperately wanted to be. Each one of these memories had transformed me and created a new life in the process. While it may be hard to comprehend how two lives can become one, it’s quite amazing when you can reflect back and understand how both the good and the bad times have created a new reality.
I cannot wait to write about the first time I hold my child or the look on his daddy’s face the first time he goes to school. I now can appreciate every moment entirely because I understand that they will help paint the picture of the rest of my life.
