10 years ago today, at this exact time, I was eating Krispy Kreme donuts and getting tiny little flowers woven into my curls. I was nervous, but relieved – finally, we were getting married. I think this is probably a crazy thing for a 22-year-old to feel, but to me it felt like an eternity from the time my husband and I met until we got married.
I have a letter that I wrote to a friend of mine when S and I first met. I was still so, so young. And in the letter I told her I had met this new boy and then in tiny tiny letters I wrote "I think I might marry him." That was years before we actually got married, but I always knew.
It's funny, because I was never the kind of girl who planed her wedding for years. I didn't care to have a million people there, I didn't want a poofy white dress and a bunch of bridesmaids. I would have probably happily just worn my jeans to to the courthouse and signed a marriage license and had that have been that. I just wanted to be with him. But our wedding was beautiful. It was small and full of tiny sparks of humor. Our reception had no DJ or anything like that. My dad and I danced together to an awful Tom Jones song and it was wonderful.
S and I honeymooned on Jekyll Island (after a brief, fun whirlwind few days at Disney), just like my parents had done. Jekyll in February is pretty deserted, which is wonderful. We rode horses on the beach, traveled around to find the best Brunswick stew, lounged around at the super fancy hotel. We stayed for almost two weeks. It was decadent and even at that point in our lives when it was just us and our responsibilities were entry-level jobs and no kids, we still knew it was decadent. We always said we'd go back for our tenth anniversary. And even before all of this happened, we knew we wouldn't really get back there that soon. I wonder if we realized what a magical time it was when we were there, but I think we did. That's one reason why I love him so much. He forces me to live in the moment even when I can't stop my brain from fast-forwarding or rewinding.
He is my rock. My steady hand. The straight man to my bumbling humor. The Jack to my Liz. He takes care of me and I take care of him – but in completely different ways.
In some ways, two people could not be more different. But that's what works.
Also, he enjoys vacuuming and ironing. How could I not be in love?
10 years today. Wow.