One Year Later

One year ago, today, I was walking the Man-Cub down the aisle to marry his sweetheart. It's hard to believe that an entire year has come and gone, but it is true what they say: the days are long but the years are short. I always thought that sentiment was reserved for mothers with babies, but I'm learning that it also holds true for mothers of young adults.

I wrote several posts about the wedding last year, but I don't believe I ever got around to sharing some of my favorite photos taken by the photographer, so I hope you will indulge me as I do so now. And, if other people's weddings aren't your thing, I completely respect your right to scroll on. No judgement.

While the Cub and I were waiting to start our journey down the aisle, he started to tear up. Luckily, I had tissues and was able to help him out. Surprisingly, I didn't cry, myself. In fact, I was smiling the entire time, so much so that Bethany told me later that, if she doesn't look that happy on her sons' wedding days, she's not having it.

I wasn't the only one smiling that day; I hadn't seen Emily this happy in a very long time. She'd been struggling with some health issues, and her trials had really gotten her down. This smile was a welcome sight.

Summer weddings in Colorado are always a gamble, weather-wise, but we certainly did get lucky. And, having so many family members join us under the summer sun was a tremendous blessing. 

In addition to family, we had so many friends on hand to celebrate with us, including the wedding party; I loved that the Cub had Mikey at his side, and getting to know Shanti's best friend Frankie has been one of life's precious joys.

 

A moment for that floral arch that did double duty at the ceremony and reception. I busted my ass on that bad boy.

The kids spent their anniversary weekend at a boutique hotel in Ouray, where I'm hoping they had a good time. I'm also hoping the freezer burn didn't affect the wedding cake they saved, and that it still tasted good, but I somehow doubt they were too worried about that.

They say the first year of marriage is the hardest, and I sincerely pray that's true; if so, these kids will have a truly blessedly happy life together, because they sailed through the past twelve months more in love than ever.

And that's my favorite thing of all.