seven years ago.

april twenty-fourth was an exceptionally beautiful spring day.

high, thin clouds and a slight breeze.

the tulips were in full bloom.

and the colors...

oh, the colors were incredible.

i can still remember how it smelled outside as we posed for photos.

the day seemed like a dream.

i was there, i know i was, but my head was in the clouds.

i remember greeting family and friends who came to support us.

plenty of hugs, smiles and well wishes.

lots of faces that i love.

all the details that were fretted over so much in the days and weeks prior, 

suddenly seemed unimportant as i sat next to my soon to be husband.

husband.

that sounded so strange to me.

i felt like a little girl playing dress-up in a beautiful white gown.

a bit surreal that it was my wedding day.

everything was perfect.

dinner.

toasts.

dancing.

i wouldn't have changed a thing.

especially the part about who i married.

i must say, 

i did good.

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