Its chilly outside, rain is falling, I'm thinking about lighting the fire for later (already).
6 years ago today where we were was warm and sunny, bright and breezy.
It was our wedding day.
We'd been together for 10 years and had 2 beautiful children.
Life was great (sleep deprived but great).
We eloped, took our little family to a beach far away and got married.
Didn't tell anyone. (ANYONE. That did not go down well)
I'd never been one for fantasies of white weddings, meringue gowns, having the "big day"
I felt I already had it all.
From the very beginning all I'd felt was certainty.
The rightness of us.
What we ran to was a marriage not a wedding*.
Life's changed.
We're a family of 5 now, we've renovated our house, we have different jobs, new friends, a new set of priorities.
That promise to share a life, to hope for the best, to be there for each other just keeps expanding.
We're still so right.
And I'm so very grateful for that.
♥
*{Bron wrote a beautiful piece about this topic that spoke to me from the first time I read it - like she'd examined my half formed thoughts and made sense of them}
