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To have and to hold

Life can be hard. There is no getting around it.

Whether it is the wedding stuff, work, or just the moments when everything caves, life is hard. It’s moments like this when I realize how hard marriage can be. There are perfect times when both people are in a good place, and life is full of joy. There are times where one person is hurting, but the other person is doing good. In those times, the two can take turns supporting each other and picking each other up, creating a functional seesaw.

Then there are the moments when neither of you are okay. The moments when the world is falling apart on all sides and all support seems to be gone. Those are the moments when you can either cling to each other or you can lose hold of each other and sink alone.

These are the choices that you have to make in a relationship and especially in a marriage. Sometimes it’s the harder choice to hold on and keep fighting. Sometimes you take a step backwards and have to relearn how to love each other. But that is what it means to have and to hold.

And there is no one else that I would rather hold onto for the rest of my life.

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Dress shopping

It’s the part that every girl dreams of- Dress Shopping!

Visions of fluffy dresses, champagne, prefect dresses that all magically make you look twenty pound slimmer. Most importantly, the moment when you try on a dress and the world magically stops.

I was luck enough to get to go with a really good group of girls and lucky enough to experience so many of the great aspects of wedding dress shopping. I was accompanied by my maid of honor, Cece; bridesmaids Holly and Tolu, and my beautiful mommy. Each one of them brought so much to the experience and were able to give me perspective and laughter.

Highlights included trying on dresses that had so much tulle that my arms didn’t lay flat; everyone feeling adult when we were offered champagne- only to discover just how nasty champagne is; and pictures that will forever haunt me.

We went to three stores, and at each store we found beautiful and different dresses (while reaffirming the fact that mermaid cuts are made solely for models). In the end, the dress that I choose wasn’t even a contender. I was flipping through pictures of two dresses and found this one and couldn’t stop looking at it. It’s the princess dress that I always dreamed of, and it was so worth all of the stress and type- A panic that I am so good at doing.

I can’t wait for you all to see it!!!!

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How we met- Her side 1

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My side of the story isn’t nearly as sweet as Bobby’s, but my side did start long before his…

As I was getting ready to go to college,  my mom sat me down. She talked to me about how important it was to do good in classes at college and to learn about myself, but she also told me how important it was for me to find a mate. I distinctly remember this conversation because she used the word mate, and I failed to keep a straight face. Anyway, I digress. She brought up the important point of my potential field: education, not a great male to female ratio. Once I left college, it would be harder to me to find eligible men to date, and my mom knew that getting married and having a family was important to me.  Her advice was simple, I could do dance and whatever else I wanted, but I should make an effort to join at least one male-dominated club.

Fast forward to club fair; after going straight to the dance club booth, I started to look for clubs that would attract a certain type. Little nerdy, unique, and male. I knew that I had found my club when I saw Historic Swordsmanship.

I met Bobby within the first week of clubs, and you know what they say, Mom always knows best!

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