It Was A Day Full Of Magic

Today is my third wedding anniversary. I never thought that I'd get married, never thought I'd find "the right guy". Part of me thought that I didn't deserve the stablity marriage and healthy relationships bring. Well, I do and we found each other.

Someone once said it's not about the wedding, it's about the marriage. So many people get wrapped up in the wedding, they forget that there's eternity to think of.

I looked through my wedding album today, trying to pick a few for this post. It's the first time in a long time that I've looked at it. There's photos of my uncle who was killed suddenly last year in a motorcycle accident. There's photos of hubs and I dancing, photos of my grandma and I, photos of the whole day. But you can't photograph how much I love this one man. How safe I feel when he's home. How he provides for our little family. How only this man can make me feel the way he does. He can infuriate me, make me grin and giggle and still totally makes my toes curl when he kisses me.

Yeah, the day was full of magic. But my life is full of love.













PS. Some of you may be interested in more photos. I'll see what I can do. :)