Has it really been 9 years already since I walked that aisle and said “I do”? Seems like so long ago and yet not that long ago at all. I can still remember the butterflies that invaded my stomach as that overwhelming sense of excitement woke me that morning. I can remember impatiently waiting for my bridesmaids to get their hair done so we could get to the church. I can remember the HORROR as my dress was pulled from the bag only to discover that it had never been pressed. I can also remember my mom, Chip’s mom and all my bridesmaids carefully laying it out to iron out each and every wrinkle. I remember the pictures that took forever and the wedding that seemed to go so quickly. I remember the pranks that were pulled (something about Chip in a cornfield and disappearing pants for the groomsmen) and the way our car was decorated. I didn’t think we’d ever get all of that confetti out of the car.
But most of all, I remember Chip. I remember those doors opening (have I ever told the story of how I was late to my own wedding?) and the smile that broke out across his face. I remember the way his eyes never left my own as I walked down the aisle towards him. I remember the electricity that shot through my entire body as my grandfather placed my hand in Chip’s. I remember the intensity with which he looked at me as we recited our vows and the tears that threatened to burst from his eyes. I remember the way he kissed me, so tenderly yet so passionately, when his father said, “You may now kiss your bride.”
After that things kind of go in a blur as a whirlwind of people congratulated us and showed us their love, but through it all I remembered one thing, I was now “Mrs. Charles Sanders” and nothing could have made me happier!