My entire life I have been that girl who has dreamed of getting married. I imagine myself walking down the aisle, with hundreds of people staring down at me, as I gracefully float to my soon-to-be husband. I can admit that I have joined the mobs of woman frequenting Pinterest in the pursuit of nice wedding ideas. Weddings are just so beautiful and I have been sucked right in.
I am in love with him. Everything with him feels amazing. Not perfect, but right.
Years ago I absolutely had no idea I'd be married to Iko. Four years ago I had been in and out of crazy relationships faster than you can say Taylor Swift. I moved back to New Jersey and had long distance relationship with Iko. I just dyed my hair blonde last month (which looks weird, by the way). I don’t have my life together like I thought I would when I someday became a wife. I still struggle with time management. I am more out of shape than I ever have been. My career is still being built and cultivated. I am on the brink, sure. But aren’t we always in seasons of transition? Aren’t we always reaching onward and upward? Iko married me for exactly who I am, not for who I am striving to be. And not only that, but the big glorious wedding? I care less about that now than I ever did. I married my soulmate. That is all that matters now.
This is the end. And the beginning.
