At our rehearsal, my grandpa sort-of turned the evening over to us. We had to decide where people were going to stand and little details like that. I was totally nervous and completely unprepared. I remember looking at Jeremy, pleading for help, but knowing he really didn't care. (Maybe I didn't know that then, but do now. Not because we have talked about it, but because I have learned details like that don't really matter to Jeremy.) My next vivid memory is of our few moments alone before pictures. I walked down the aisle to him and I remember thinking he looked so handsome and happy. I knew then, if I ever doubted it, that he really did want to marry me. (It is funny how you can look at someone so often, and know their face so well, but rarely do you really SEE them.) I saw him then, and loved him so much. Then during the ceremony, I remember laughing while our song, I Cross My Heart, was being sung. It was performed beautifully, but we were just giggling about the fact that we were really doing it...getting married, and all those people were there, staring at us! That song still makes me laugh. From then on the evening was a blur. We danced and had a great time. Once we finally made it back to our room, I remember being SO tired. We laid down and we took turns pulling 43 hair pins out of my hair. I bet I was pretty sight then!
Nine years later, I would do it all over again. Jeremy knows me better than anyone and loves me anyway. He takes the good with the bad. He always has. While no one can irritate and frustrate me like him, no one loves me like he does either. We have been through a lot together, and I am so thankful that I have him to grow old with. He is my absolute opposite, but my best friend. He has given me the three best gifts in the world, Carson, Maisy, and Knox, and I am a better person because of him.
I love you, J.
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