Two years ago today, I woke up to a perfect spring day in East Texas. I spent the morning eating brunch at a family friend’s beautiful home with my bridesmaids, while Stephen and his groomsmen ate fried chicken and drank beer at a ranch outside of town. Several hours later, we were married. The ceremony took place in my childhood church where my parents were married, and the reception was hosted at my parent’s house.
As I walked to work on this spring day in NYC, I can still remember the excitement and love we felt on our wedding day. The day after our wedding, we were off to Caneel Bay for our honeymoon, and everyday since has felt like a honeymoon. It had to be you, Stephen. I love you.