In Love? Married? How did this happen?

Long time, no blogging... 

Let me begin by saying.. I am married!!! MARRIED! MARRIED! Mrs. MARRIED!!

Three weeks ago today, I walked down the aisle and married my best friend... The day is a blur and the moment we exchange vows is nothing but a fleeting memory of the beautiful day... Which sounds depressing, but it's not.  I spent the entire morning remaining calm by thinking I would soon be legally bound and married to my soul mate.. I mean that's what the whole thing is about... Right?

It's about two souls becoming one, about your heart finding it's missing piece, or some garbage like that.. But the honest truth is, that is what it is about.. It's about finding the person who you want to spend your life with, share every adventure with, and plan a lifetime together.

I've always been independent and not sure if I would ever love anyone enough to take this giant leap... I never worried about what if I did not find "Mr. Right." I wanted to see everything, do everything, and I wasn't worried or interested in having to share my adventure with anyone.  I did not have to ask permission or acceptance, I was going to be great.. Alone. I loved my life and did not know "he" was missing until he walked into my life.  

I met my husband on the Internet... I met him when I didn't expect to be blindsided by love.  He walked into my life on Sunday afternoon and changed it forever.  I wish I could say I knew I would marry him the moment I saw him but that's not how our love story starts.  I was too pessimistic to believe he could be the one but "he" slowly broke down the walls and I remember each moment I fell more in love with "him."

I knew "he" was special, I knew I was attracted, and I knew he brought a peace to me that I hadn't felt in years.. I knew within the first few hours of our epic date that "he" would be special.... but I didn't realize he would be in my life forever.. I was too blind to see our love beginning but we were already creating memories.

I remember hesitating to ask him if I was the only one... The first time he told me he loved me.. He slurred the words and left me terribly confused, until he looked at me with his big brown eyes and asked why I didn't say it back... And repeated, clearly and softly... "I love you."

I remember the nerves I felt the first time I brought him home and wondering if he felt that way when we flew to his home town a few months later.. 

I remember spending our first New Years together and praying my life would never change.. That "he" would be the person I kissed every year at midnight... 

But my favorite memory is the moment he proposed.. My whole life changed.. I sat in my worn out PJs on the edge of our couch, My future husband dropped to one knee and proposed with a picture of my engagement ring, explaining he couldn't wait any longer... 

I remember crying, smiling, and wrapping my arms around him as I repeated, "Yes! Yes, I will marry you."

Then 13 months later, my father, my hero, walked me down the aisle towards this man who has become my world.  I have never been emotional but found myself in tears every single time I would think about this moment and I was terrified I would be a crying mess.. But together, with my husband and father, I was strong.  

Before the wedding, my husband and I had decided to pray together.  We held hands behind closed doors, my husband prayed and asked for all the things our marriage would need to be happy. I already knew I loved him and wanted to spend my life with him but it was that moment it became real.  He spoke the words I needed to hear to calm my nerves and to stop my eyes from crying.  When he squeezed my hand and reassured me of his love, I felt my heart swell and knew that our love would get me through everything. 

Five minutes later, my father and I squeezed into the smallest bathroom ever.  My dad and I held hands and prayed together; We asked for God's blessing on my marriage and then we asked God to get us both through the next 15 minutes without crying too much. We powwowed in the small church bathroom and decided we would not fall apart as he gave his little girl away. Then the music started and I held my daddy's hand, as he walked me towards my future... My father gave a beautiful speech and placed my hand in my husbands.
The moment will forever be sealed in my memories...  I became Mrs. R..   "I" became "we" and I began the greatest adventure of my life and I will spend it with him, "Mr. Right"