Off-White Wedding

These last few months have been a whirlwind of planning and parties and excitement. And now it's all over, and I'm married. I'm not quite used that yet, but it's only been four days. The actual wedding went by so fast that it's hard to imagine why it took over a year of planning.

When I was younger I didn't think I would ever want to get married. I wrote myself a letter my freshman year in high school as an assignment in English class in which we were supposed to imagine where our lives would be in ten years. I remember writing to myself, "If you are married with children and somehow find satisfaction with that choice in ways that I can't fathom, then congratulations. But if not, I TOLD YOU SO!"

My English teacher from that year actually attended the wedding. During the brief moment that I had to talk to her she brought up the fact that in high school I had doubts about marriage, but that she was sure that I would be happy. I do feel happy right at this moment. The stigma of marriage still bothers me, but even if things change in the future I won't regret the choice that I made now. It was such an amazing experience that I never imagined I would have.