And now it’s come to this. After months of preparation and planning it still feels surreal that tonight is going to be the last night I’ll be living a life that used to be just about me – my time, my needs, my wants, my dreams. In its very essence, single hood. Tomorrow it will be him and me and the coming days it will be more about him and less and less of me. Or maybe more about we. (So God please help me…become the best wife I could be.)
After all the wedding drama and the boo-hoos, at the end of the day what really matters is the choice we make, and the best choice we could make for each other. I know I could get a little overboard and become over the top bridezilla, but when tomorrow is gone, and all these are done, it’s just going to be him and me. Together for the rest of our lives in the best and worst times. In good weather and under the scorching heat with our occasional tempers.
All of these God thank you. I never even thought I would be getting married, but here I am and here we are with God as the painter, the writer, the author, the creator, – bringing us two broken people back together, over and over, to strengthen and bring out the best from each other.
Now I understand why even the worst day can sometimes be the best day as long as you are in the company of the one you love. I couldn’t imagine myself being with someone else.
Today, as it strikes 12 midnight, is going to be the best day – I’m going to be the wife of the love of my life.
1 Cor 13:7-8 (Love) always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.