That Time We Got Married

One month ago, my best friend and I got married. Albeit, I’m sitting here, at 10:28pm on October 10th, hoping that I can finish this blog post in the nick of time so I can still claim the “one month ago” fact, but either way, I’m still married, and it still feels pretty freaking good.

While I usually talk about the utter failures of dating in my twenties, I’m dedicating today’s post to the one success that made it all worth it. If you’re reading this and you haven’t found your person yet, I hope you know that they’re out there, just as frustrated they haven’t found you yet and that when it’s right, it really is all very simple.

Before I dedicate the rest of this post to the 78 (yes, 78, I couldn’t summarize our day in any less than 78) photos I’ve cherry-picked, I’d like to share the below passage we chose for our ceremony because it gave me all the feels when I read it and maybe it will help you feel some type of way, too:

“But nothing can save you. Not your friends, not the best Fred Astaire musical you’ve ever seen- the grace of it, not your mother’s beauty, not a line from a letter you find at the bottom of a drawer, not a magazine or the next day. Nothing can save you. And you stand in the moonlight and a sweetness comes off the top of the trees, and the fence around the yard seals you off from the dark and you can’t breathe. It is all so familiar and possible. It is too simple that there is this much good in the world, and you don’t know how to have it. And it makes you wonder when it was you lost your place. Then you catch a breeze, so warm and ripe, it makes you hope that someone will come who also cannot save you, but who will think you are worth saving.” – Susan Miller