To think that my May 12th, one year ago today, began just like any other mid-week-day is mind-boggling-incredibly-insane.
It was a Tuesday morning, early wake-up and, as always, Starbucks-infused. I thought I was a bit of a super-senior celebrity heading back to my high school broadcast station after being asked to participate in a “where are they now” story, but other than that, assumed the day would be followed by a lengthy afternoon work meeting and maybe some pizza delivery and a little Housewives catchup.
There wasn’t a whole lot of hype around it, nor any anticipation for any life-altering questions.
I was insecure about marriage, when would it happen, and why it hadn’t already. My pantry was filled with packaged and processed, my closet with clothes that wouldn’t go beyond my shoulders, and I was oddly and exceptionally allergic to any non-elliptical cardio.
That being said, life was good. I really thought so. What it became on May 12th at 10am though was GREAT. And that’s a ginormous understatement.
As soon as my Greek walked into my alumni newscast moment my mind, body and everything went instantly into shock and la la land.
I knew what he was saying, ish, I mean I knew what he was DOING. It all sounded so genuine, practiced, serious and sweet. Next thing I know he’s taking a knee, whipping out a dreamy yellow diamond, and whisking and kissing me to brunch with both of our families.
Within the hour, my entire contact list received a photo captioned “YES!” with every possible bridal-themed emoji next to it.
My guy was mine forever. I WAS GETTING MARRIED!! A bride! It was fairytale.
And the questions came quickly, “When are you thinking?,” “What time of year?,” “Where is your honeymoon?!”. The only one I could think of though was “HOW?”.
How can I get to the point of looking and feeling my absolute best before this “I DO”?!
My closet, the pantry, the elliptical, they all needed to change.
That’s when it hit me… I can’t possibly say “YES” to my fiancé until I say “YES!” to me.
And that is when my first child was born. I know it’s a bit out of order but it really did work here!
Little baby I CAN, I WILL, I DO!
It’s been my ever-growing mantra and truly a way of living. I can’t believe it’s exactly one year since inception and we now have exactly six months until I’m walking down the Cabo aisle.
I’m just proud. So proud, and that’s not always the easiest of things to say.
for joining me along this journey, and good news, it’s only going to get BETTER!
To May 12th and how any Tuesday can turn into the best day of your LIFE. XO,