We're settling in after the honeymoon, with the wedding glow still warming our hearts as we start to navigate this new-old life together. I'm sorting through what to write and share but, at the moment, I can say that our wedding was worth it. That doesn't mean the wedding can gloss over or completely wipe clean the challenges, because getting here was harder and more painful than I ever expected and the month leading up to the wedding was... difficult. Without any exaggeration, that month was an excruciating tangle of stretched-past-the-limit stress, loneliness, under-addressed irritations, heart-hurts, and compromises that left me doubting the value of wedding (but never the marriage), all the way until I fell asleep the night before. (Some of the hard stuff was wedding-related and some was life-related, but the particular combination was simply toxic).
And yet, from the first waking moments of our wedding day, there was true magic in the air. I'm not someone who believes in the intangibles and indefinables of fairy-dust magic but, really and truly, it was there, shimmering as it filled in the cracks and leaving a sparkle-sheen on everything it touched. Over the course of that joy-filled day, our wedding somehow became everything I'd ever hoped it could be. And then it became more.
Our wedding was vitally important. It helped heal the wounds of the month before and it built something new and stronger that goes much deeper than a marriage license, a public ceremony, or an incredible wild-joy party. Our wedding mattered - both the process and the actual day itself - in ways I could never have anticipated and that I feel truly lucky to have experienced.
Our wedding was worth it. And now we're home, excited for the adventure that married life has already become, looking forward to the next challenges and joys.
Photo taken by my mother on her old point-and-shoot camera. And really, this simple image says everything that matters.