There are moments in your life that, try as you might, you will never forget; milestones, forks in the road, days of great joy and days of great sadness. That much is true for anyone. I think that it's what you take from those memories and life altering events that mold you into the person that you are and into the person that you will become.
My wedding day was on May 25th 2002.
I've always been the type of person who knows what they want out of life. And nine times out of ten I've been dead wrong. For as long as I can remember growing up it was my goal, heck my dream, to go to college (NYU preferably) and live my life in a fancy New York City apartment overlooking Central Park and working as a famous poet. (Yes, I watched the movie Dead Poets Society one too many times growing up ... Oh Captain! My Captain!)
Now yes, I can name about a million things that just simply don't add up to be fruitful in that scenario. I grew up in a blue collar family and there was simply no way that I could have ever gone to an out of state college, let alone such a prestigious one as NYU. And those NYC apartments ... yeah, they literally cost tens of thousands of dollars to rent. Oh, and the kicker, aside from Maya Angelou, who is the last person who to make a living as a freaking poet and be alive while doing so?
So if you had asked me when I was younger where I would be on the day that I was to get married, I never would have said holding the hands of the man who loves me unconditionally, in a church surrounded by our friends and family, declaring our promise to live life together as a union.
And you know what, if I had to do it all over again, and I actually had access to that route that my teenage self wanted so badly to take, I wouldn't change a thing.
Marriage, sharing your life with someone and all of the ups and downs it entails, and building a family and seeing it thrive and grow is the ultimate happiness. And those vows that I took almost 8 years ago and the love that my husband and I share, have been what has molded my life into the miracle that it is now.
Yes, I really do lead a charmed life.
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4 comments:
Love it! And love the flowers in your hair. I considered that... but I was too chicken!! You pulled it off rather nicely!
I often think back to all that I thought I wanted growing up... and I am SO glad that I am where I am today. I'm in the RIGHT place.
Beautiful photo!
I am glad where I am today, but it is not where I thought I would be either.
You were a GORGEOUS bride. I, too, love, love the flowers in your hair.
HA, we had the same dream...or similar at least. By 12 I had my whole NYC loft drawn out, complete with the photos I pirated from my mom's Spiegel catalog of the furnishing for said loft. I was going to move there and change my name to Brandi DuBois and was going to be married to John Taylor of Duran Duran. At 17, I got accepted to my college of choice, the University of Southern California...only to be told by my mom that they couldn't afford to send me to LA. At 19 I had declared that I'd probably never get married of have kids. Five years later I was married. Kids came a LONG while later, but now I can't imagine why I ever thought I'd never have any! Life has a nice way of showing us where we need to be!
Oh, and I lost count of how many times I've seen Dead Poets Society.
So pretty Amanda. I love this picture, and all of the wonder words that you wrote to go with it.
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