It doesn’t really feel like it. One year. One year ago they were calling me “Bridezilla” while my fiancée was drinking orange juice and champagne before the ceremony. One year ago we were surrounded by friends and family, hearing words from two up-and-coming homileticians, being blessed by Jen and enjoying so many great memories (including the limo driver getting lost on the way to the ceremony and my wife’s cell phone going off during the ceremony). One year ago we were dancing to our first dance as Mrs. & Mr. Walker Cleaveland.
It’s been a great year. We’ve laughed, watched an insane amount of movies, played Cribbage, Mastermind, Rummy, Skip-Bo, packed, moved, unpacked, packed, moved and unpacked again…we’re constantly learning new things about each other and continuing to grow closer. It would be silly to say it hasn’t been without its challenges – as we figure out whose way is the right way to do money, fold sheets, clean the house and pack for vacations. But that stuff is normal.
So, here’s to my wife, my bride of one year, Sarah, on our one-year anniversary.
