Wedding: The Dress and One Month After

IT’S BEEN EXACTLY ONE MONTH SINCE I’VE WORN THIS DRESS.

One whole, long, fast, crazy, blissful month.

It’s a month that I’ll never forget – with the good and the bad and the crazy all tangled together into an intricate web that wraps me up inside of it, a cocoon of our own sort.

This? This is home. Where the ruffled skirts and the boy boxers share space in the laundry bins and the bed covers are highly coveted property. Where we let down our guards and allow the other person in with the promise to love the other wholly, for exactly who they are. Where we share strengths and admit all weaknesses. Where we learn to argue, and budget, and have hard conversations. Where we fall in love with each other all over again.

Life is so crazy. At any given time there are a million things pulling at us, demanding either our presence or wallet or time, and a million other to-do’s or like-to’s or some-day’s floating around in our heads. This is the rhythm that we’ve made, the groove we’ve created to fit into. But the most important, the most primal part of the whole thing is the foundation it is built on.

Our marriage.

And I wouldn’t change a thing.