Two years ago today I married my favorite person. It was a gorgeous, sunny, not-to-hot, not-to-cold spring day. I woke up at about the time I am writing this (7:30), light streaming in the window, and had the funniest sense of calm and ease, as if the whole world was in slow motion and all I had to do was glide through the day. I feel like I could write every moment and detail from our wedding: the whole day is impressed on my mind. Chick-fil-a for brunch with all the girls; happy music and mimosas as Rosalind did hair; the Keeler boys shuffling in and out of the kitchen until they were exiled; Amy sitting stoically while having her hair curled; Mama gracefully orchestrating everything; Daddy walking in to see me in my dress for the first time; praying with the bridesmaids and him before we left for the church. Freaking out when we pulled up to the church and the parking lot was packed; Mrs. LeAnne taking my hand and looking in my eyes and telling me it was okay, that we could do this; The absolutely surreal moment waiting with my dad before we walked down the aisle, when contrary to what we expected he was calming me. And then the moment the doors opened and everyone turned and I saw Chris and every ounce of that building panic and nerves from the past hour just melted. I was calm again, walking down the aisle. Communion and hymns with those we loved most; realizing it was hard to stand in a ball gown and heels for 40 minutes in front of 200 people; Laura smiling at me when I gave her my bouquet; being scared to say our vows in front of people. Then, being married. All the little memories from that day—it was at once completely overwhelming and completely wonderful. What I loved most about that day was that it honestly wasn’t about just me and Chris. It was about our people, family and friends who have stood by us and loved us as individuals and as a couple. We were celebrating them and the role they had played in our lives. Our siblings, our aunts and uncles and cousins, our grandparents, our teachers, our best friends, our youth pastors, our small group leaders, our life-long and new friends, and most importantly, our parents. God has loved us so well the past two years. He has faithfully brought us together. He has given us tenderness after days of sarcasm and rushed, “roommate” communication. He has helped us forgive after explosive fights, bite our tongues when about to announce that the we are yet again hanging up your wet towel, and given us each a heart of protection over the other person, when others might brush them off. Chris is my favorite. He is undyingly cheerful, generous, and truly kind to everyone he meets. He is ridiculously smart and talented and basically excels at whatever he tries. He is patient, gentle, and funny. He is forgetful, private, and too optimistic. He is quick to say sorry, to lend a hand, to jump into a conversation and say what he thinks. He knows when I need to be pushed and when I need to be comforted. He really loves (and respects) his mom and really respects (and loves) his dad. He is a natural leader who loves the Lord fiercely and wants His will for our family. I think it’s important to only marry someone you are proud to be with. Chris, I couldn’t be more proud to be your wife. Happy 2nd anniversary! **All picture credits go to Rachel May Photography. We love you, Rachel!**
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Mama
5/31/2016 09:39:12 pm
The most beautiful day ever! Love you so much, Sarah and Chris.
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