The Perfect 12 hours – Our Wedding Day

For me, our wedding day was the gratification I wanted to feel for our relationship but also one of the most humbling experiences I’ve ever had. The stressful planning, for the most part, worked out the way I envisioned it. Tables were set the way I wanted them to be, my dress was stunning, my immediate family was present and sane. It all came together quite nicely. 

Despite, my best efforts to not be an unbearable sap, I fell short and ended up with the most romantic day of my entire life. The moment I saw my beautiful bride-to-be at our reveal nothing was going to take these special moments away from me; not the blistering cold we had to take pictures in, not the officiant who decided not to show up and send someone last minute into traffic from New Jersey to New York (which on a Friday night is a death wish) changing the entire timeline of our wedding, and not the idea that he sent this poor woman with no notes from the ceremony we co-wrote. Nope, not a single thing was going to stop this wedding. We were going to revel in every moment celebrating what we had been living for nearly a decade with our families and closest friends.

Everyone we needed to be there was finally present and on Friday, November 8^th around 7:30 p.m. we were ready to go and get married. Everything feels like somewhat of a blur still. I’ve watched the ceremony back what feels like 100 times and it’s still hard to believe it all came together. We got married with our ceremony, with our custom vows, and more love in our hearts than I think either of us ever expected. To be able to declare what we’ve felt for so long in front of all the most important people in our world in spite of all the stresses of planning and the last-minute issues was the happiest moment of my life.

I have loved my wife for almost half of my life. This was always the hope I’d had for us, I was just waiting to see if her mind and heart matched my intentions and they did. At that moment, our happily ever after had been found. Color schemes, centerpieces, and favors no longer mattered. It was about being enveloped in the presence of such love from everyone that made the day meaningful. We ate great food and danced the night away until it was maybe us and 5 of my closest friends. It was the perfect ending to the perfect day.