Eleven years ago, almost to the hour, I was running down Bath Street in Santa Barbara crying and screaming. It was the night before my wedding. I was crazy. Most of all, I was scared. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to get married. In fact, never in my life had I loved someone so much but with that love came deep veins of vulnerability. I knew, I was betting my heart and it frightened me into a frenzy.
Thankfully, fate knows better than odds. Tomorrow, we are celebrating the 11th anniversary of our public wedding vows and I love Brent at least 11,000 times more now then I did then. If you would like, you can read the story of how we met and got engaged three months later, despite me being a bit psycho. That post, Psycho to Princess, is my favorite post ever.
It’s late and because I want to spend time with the man I write of, I’ll leave you with the slideshow he made me last year for our anniversary and a playlist.
Brent, no music, no words, no kiss, will ever be able to express of the depths, heights, and widths of my love. Still, I try.
As usual, thanks for reading, friends. I’ll get back to health and fitness next week.
Have a wonderful weekend.
Hugs and High Fives,
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