One year ago I stood in my white dress while my anxiety peaked, waiting for the moment I would walk down the aisle.
One year ago I held hands with the man I love and said “I do.”
We danced with friends and family, celebrating our day and how much we love each other.
One year ago I carried a secret I wouldn’t even know existed for another two weeks.
I loved that little secret.
And I still do.
But it wasn’t meant to be… not yet.
One year ago my husband and I committed our love to one another. We stood before our friends and family and brought our tiny family together.
Strengthening our bond.
And one year later?
It’s even stronger.