I want to take a moment and admit something here, something that I didn’t believe could be true until I was married.
As last mentioned in the story of Will’s proposal, I didn’t consider myself the marrying kind. I was never one to dream about my wedding day, I never tore out magazine pages of my dream wedding dresses or imagined life as a Mrs. when I was a wee one.
Quite simply, I felt commitment was more (most) important, and the deep commitment that Will and I shared outweighed anything a piece of paper could say about us. We were husband and wife before the State of California ever said we were husband and wife.
When we decided to get married — after enjoying a long engagement where I could barely bring myself to utter the word “fiancé” because it sounded so foreign — I didn’t think anything would change. We’d known each other for 10 years… been dating for half that… already living together and raising animals and playing farm.
But you know what? After we were married, something did change. I can’t quite put my finger on it. It felt like something suddenly opened up in my heart… I didn’t think it was possible to love someone even more, and I especially didn’t think I’d feel so complete. The future feels a little different, and in a really amazing way. It’s not a matter of sealing the deal with another ring on my finger, or even being a wife (and now, I can barely utter the word “wife” even though “husband” is starting to roll off the tongue more easily).
It’s just… bliss.
