Ten years. One decade. 4,017 days.
Ten years that number seems impossible. Yet ten ago today became the happiest day of my life. Dressed in white with purple toes, and blue flowers in my hair – all I wanted was to be his wife. The wait, hours that dragged by as I waited for the clock to strike. Checking for perfectly red lips in the mirror and tapping nails. My feet were never cold and neither fear nor apprehension were my bedfellows. I wanted to marry this man and I was completely unashamed.
A remix of Sarah Brightman’s This Love filled the pre-summer warm air and my anticipation grew as I made my way down the aisle. I nearly forgot to look at him. I just wanted to be with him. There he stood handsome, with a heart full of love just for me.
With veil covered face I pledged my love to him through tears of joy – it was an ugly cry with puckered bottom lip. This was the husband I’d prayed for.
Ten years later I still pledge that love, and he his to me. That this man loves me – loves me more than the day we wed still brings tears to my eyes.
We began our journey with the seal of a kiss, and a declaration that he was taking me home.
I am my beloveds and my beloved is mine.
It’s been a beautiful decade.
Happy anniversary my beloved.