One year after our nuptials. How so many things have changed already. I don’t think God lets you face things you’re not able to handle. So clearly He thought Jessica and I we ready for anything.
Claire McCormack made the memories permanent. But the afternoon and into the night will always be unforgettable to us even without her beautiful depiction of those moments. The morning of our wedding started different than I thought. I assumed most everything was done, but I got a call from Jess about decorating the backyard. Help was needed. And I’m blessed with amazing friends. Tyler and Ilia happened to already be in town; Regan and Stacy too. They came to the rescue and worked their asses off. Quite literally, our wedding wouldn’t have been perfect, which it was, without those four people giving as they did.
The night, as always with every wedding, was a blur. So many family members. So many friends. So many drinks. It was magical. It was exactly what we wanted it to be though my father was too sick to make the trip, so my parents couldn’t be there. Luckily, my uncle Jamie and my aunt Mary Beth were stand-ins and excellent at it. Seeing Jess walk down the aisle was something I found kind of amazing. She had a bounce to her step that I’d never seen. Her parents by her side, I felt like she was leading the family for the first time instead of them leading her. That moment felt important. And, if you’ll look through Claire’s photos, you’ll see how dumb I looked, though I’d rather call it dumbfounded. I, quite reluctantly, show you my face at that moment…
So back to what happened over the year after that smile. We bought a house and moved in together. I changed jobs. Jessica changed jobs. We spent our first Christmas together snowed in alone and love it. We found a church we could grow with. We took vacations like Napa Valley over Valentines Day. We found out we were having a baby. We lost my father. We celebrated. We cried. We loved this life we share together and we were thankful.
I learned a lot about myself, about my wife, about life and about loss. Celebrations come in small packages often and not huge blowouts, especially when life gets in the way. I want our daughter to remember another little life lesson. Remember that you don’t have to only celebrate life on a birthday, New Years Eve, St. Patricks Day, etc., but that life should be a celebration everyday. Be thankful for those small moments in everyday life. Be thankful for those people who choose to be around you on your worst days. And love them right back.