I never sat around as a young girl imagining what my wedding might be like. I went through a short phase of naming my unborn children, but wedding planning didn’t make the cut. (At ten years old, I planned on naming my hypothetical son Jackson Michael, in case you were wondering. I’m fairly certain Free Willy was a new release and Will You Be There gave me all the feels.) Anyway, I had no idea what I wanted out of a wedding except that the people we love, and who love us, would be in attendance, and that it would encompass who we are as individuals and as a couple.
Jamie and I have been married for one week, plus a couple of days, and to say that our wedding weekend was perfect would be an understatement. But it was. It was perfect. During a meeting on our first day back to work, my friend asked me if things felt different. I said no, but I lied.
I can’t seem to put my finger on what’s different, but something is. And I’m not in any rush to figure that something out.
They don’t make ’em like this anymore. And by this I mean Jamie. I realize that phrase is generally used when describing objects, but it seems appropriate here, too. But on second thought, I’ve actually never met anyone like him. So maybe what’s more accurate is to say that they don’t make them like this, period. Either way…I lucked out.