Our wedding reception was last night and Dan and I had a fabulous time. We kept it fun and informal, read vows we’d written to each other (okay, Dan wrote his and in my usual proscrastinating manner I put doing mine off for so long I had to wing it), ate great food, drank yummy sangria and visited with friends and family.
I also had one of the best days health-wise I’ve had in a long time. Though I was tired and a little stressed, I had almost zero symptoms all day. Someone up there was definitely looking out for me.
The thing about a party celebrating a new marriage is the amount of love in the room. There is the love I share with Dan and seeing him so handsome in his suit made me proud to be his wife. There is my family, particularly my mom, to remind me of who loved me first in my life and continue to love me and help me to no end. There are my friends, who make me laugh when I am down in the depths of my disease and care for me like only “chosen family” can do. My heart wants to burst when I think about all of these people taking time out of their busy lives to be there for us.
My wish for everyone is to know love like this each and every day of your lives.