A year ago, I woke up quietly with my heart tight in my chest and stared at the ceiling. A year ago, on June 20, 2009, I woke up excited and happy that I was on my way to marry my mister. My girls and I excitedly giggled and smiled as we got ready for the day, but to be completely honest, I didn’t really feel like I was there. I smiled, I got excited, I got my picture taken, but all I was thinking about was seeing him. I didn’t really care about anything else.

Finally the moment came where it was announced that we were going. We jumped in the elevator and I just wanted it to go faster. The limo driver wasn’t driving fast enough either. And finally we arrived at our destination. But it wasn’t quite time yet. So I sat, and waited. I peered out the window hoping to get a glimpse of him, but our wedding party was very diligent in making sure we were both well hidden from each other.

Adam and I choose to do a first look, and I highly recommend it, so when the time came where everyone was ready and I could finally see him, I could barely walk. Mostly cause I wanted to run to him. I held my breath, and then, with a sigh of relief there he was, with my favourite smile, eyes filled with love he held onto me like he was never going to let me go and whispered “I love you”.

Mister,

this year has been an amazing journey. With you by my side I dream bigger,
reach higher, land softer, feel braver, try harder, live truer, love deeper.

I can’t believe that this year has gone so quickly, I swear time was supposed
to pause somewhere between then and now, but I’m happy that you are the one who
I am going to grow old with, travel with, dance with, plan and dream with, and
who will hold my hand until…..always.

Love you, more and more each day, with all my heart. Moi