but the very last thing my old man wrote was, “it’s hard to imagine that someone who has done so much in such a short amount of time is really just getting started. ant, all i can say is hold on….”
And then one day, about two months after we exchanged vows, we had a huge, knock down, drag out, no holds barred blowout. It was the worst fight we ever had and it was in front of my best friend, Danielle.
i handed my identity over to a petite government agent with a head full of tightly wound curls. i scribbled my new signature on a sheet of paper and was promised a social security card with my new name in return. back in my beat up honda civic, i sat in the blistering heat and cried.
a few years ago i penned my single girl vows to my single people friends. today i set down a new set of promises. this time to my husband.
with the wedding only thirteen days away i entered panic mode this morning. hard.
when you ask a woman on the brink of marriage, “how do you feel?” almost always the immediate and repeated answer is “so excited!” and with my own wedding just thirty baby days away, yes, i am psyched. i would also like to admit, for myself and for all women about to walk down the aisle, there are other feelings too!
when she asked me if i had a husband of my own, i explained i would in june and started to cry. i told her of the silly argument anthony and i had that morning. i felt like a fool.
big weddings are a blast. there is nothing quite like being a part of an all out love extravaganza, but ‘over the top amazing’ has become the new normal in the wedding world.