Warning: Don’t read this if you have a weak stomach when it comes to sappy shenanigans.
To my husband of one year,
I love you. Would you
just look at this? Can you believe it’s
been a year? It’s surreal, right? Just like our wedding day. You know, there were times that I thought the
wedding would never get here, and now it’s a year since.
I will always love reminiscing about that day. About getting ready in the church with my bridesmaids. Mary Beth and Ashley helping me with my
makeup. Mallory putting together a
dismissal soundtrack for me at the last minute.
Feeling so uncomfortable in front of the camera. Seeing my dad for the first time in my
dress. Having the women of my life come
in to see me before things got started.
Sharing our first journal entries with each other on opposite sides of
the wall. My eyes filling with tears
when Jessa told me how you started to cry during that time. Passing you my ring. Seeing our precious flower girls and ring
bearers. Becoming downright giddy as the
time drew nearer. Jumping up and down in
my big dress because I wanted the ceremony to get started. Hearing Return of the King and the Tangled
soundtrack playing while waiting in the hall.
Having Margo and my bridesmaids praying over me before I walked down the
aisle. Peeking around the corner and
waving to people. Hearing Legends of the
Fall start to play as our bridal party entered the sanctuary. Gripping my dad’s arm as we prepared to meet
you.
Seeing you. Walking
towards you. Seeing you stand on the
sides of your feet, balling up your fists, and attempting to hold back tears. Excitedly putting your ring on your finger
and saying our vows. Having you kiss me
as my husband for the first time.
I wish that I had carried my own camera with me that day, so
that I could have captured moments I saw throughout the day. To see my point of view again.
At this time a year ago, we were settling into our
reception, probably getting ready to listen to Jeremy and Katie’s toasts. I nestled into your arm as we listened and
thought, “This is right where I belong.”
And then we danced the night away, and I couldn’t keep my
eyes off of you and your mad dance moves.
(Throughout this year of wedded bliss, I have endlessly enjoyed watching
you dance around the apartment- in case you wonder if I still notice your
moves. I think each time you dance, I
love you a little more.)
I think it was during your mother-son dance when Jacob came
to sit by me. He asked me what I was
most looking forward to about being married.
My answer was, “Not having to say goodbye anymore.” Long distance was rough. I hated it.
But then I think it helped us get to where we needed to be.
What about this year?
Well, dear husband, I’ve loved it.
I’m so glad we were able to start it off with a spectacular week in
Cancun. (When can we go back?) Knowing that we were heading into a
potentially tough year, with you in school, and me, looking for work, it was
fantastic to start it off with a short time of sheer bliss and nothing
encroaching on our time together.
I can see why people say the first year is the hardest. How many times did we realize we had silly
expectations for what this was going to be like? Ok, it was probably more this girl that you married,
who had the silly expectations. However,
if that’s the hardest, then I think we’re golden.
Jered, I’ve loved waking up to your morning breath, trying
to make decent food for you to eat, being a team, not having to say goodbye to
you, watching you succeed in your studies, seeing you get your first “adult”
job, finding what you want to do with your life, renting dollar movies for
dates, learning the ins and outs of the city with you, starting a completely
new life at your side, talking about the future, hearing you improve on the
harmonica, spending holidays with you, making and filling our first stockings
together, going to sleep with your blasted fan blowing in my face, and so much
more.
I can’t wait to see what this next year will bring. It’s exciting, no? I mean, look at how much has changed this
year. Who knows where we will be a year
from now. I’m excited to find out.
I have so much more to tell you, husband. So much more to thank you for. So much more to dream about. My scattered brain will have to put it into
writing some other time.
I hope my letter didn’t embarrass you too much. If it did… too bad. Occupational hazard of being my husband.
So, until next time you are on the receiving end of my
writing, I love you. Thank you for a
wonderfully memorable first year.
Love,
Aimee
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