Just looking back at these photos makes me so happy. I’m writing this post from Caribou and trying so hard not to tear up and ugly cry in front of all these coffee-shop goers. That would be a little awkward now, wouldn’t it? It’s just so hard to believe that this all actually happened. We’re married.
I remember when Cory and I first found out I was pregnant with Alea. I was 19 years old and looking back on it, I was a little young and a little naive. I impatiently waited and hoped that Cory would propose and that we would have “this day” sooner. I remember getting sad, upset, and depressed as holidays and milestones passed and nothing happening. No ring, no promise.
Until this day. That day and that proposal made all of those years of waiting so worth it. It was really all meant to happen that way. I wish I could go back and just whisper to my younger self, “Your time will come. And it will be more perfect than you imagined.” We were supposed to wait until this point in our relationship. We were supposed to wait and make sure we were going to stick it out together.
It’s easier to look back and think “this is the way it was meant to be all along,” but so much harder to realize that when you’re in the moment. Looking back though, I’m so happy that we waited until I finished nursing school and waited until Alea was older. I’m so happy that we spent that time and those years working on each other, our family, and our relationship.
This was the way it was meant to be all along. This was our plan + our path and the patience and the waiting made it all so much more special.
And now I’m crying at the coffee shop… 🙂