This morning I'm sipping on coffee, reading, and watching some TV in a hotel bed. Last night, I watched two beautiful friends join their lives in marriage. We danced, we ate, we smiled, and we sent them off in the soft glow of sparklers.
As I have a slow morning in this hotel (with my disciplined husband grabbing a workout) I can't help but think about what this morning means to them. They're married! They are family. I very vividly remember the morning after our wedding. I was sweet and quiet, and a soft drizzle was falling. We were both exhausted, but excited to embark on our honeymoon. But mostly I remember how completely elated I was to finally have this amazing man as my husband.
We've not been married a year yet, so these memories are still relatively fresh. I hope I never lose them. I hope I always remember the joy I felt on my first day as a wife!
