Yesterday was my wedding anniversary. Seventeen years ago, on a Sunday afternoon, I married my long-distance college sweetheart. He would later tell me that he was so nervous (in a good way) that he felt his knees were going to buckle from underneath him.
I, on the other hand, was all smiles – partly out of nerves, but mostly out of excitement because the moment was here. The moment so many girls dream about from the time they are little: the white dress, the diamond ring, the prince waiting at the end of the aisle, the fairy tale.
Looking back, I was so young and naive. Barely twenty-five years old, I walked down that aisle to meet my prince not fully appreciating at the time we were beginning a life together. A life that I would later learn had no rules. A life that we would create every day together.
The night before the wedding, I spent my last night as a single girl with my little twelve-year-old cousin who was a junior bridesmaid in the wedding. I cannot recall how that came to be but over the years, we would later laugh about it. It is such a sweet, fond memory full of innocence that I will always treasure. The night before I would check the major life box from single to married, I had an adolescent sleepover with my cousin who was thirteen years my junior.
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