The hubbs and I are planning our vow renewal. Next year in January, we will be celebrating 10 years of marriage! WOW! Now, those of you who know our story, know that when Jon and I got married, we only had 4 guests: my best friend Kayla, Jon’s brother, a friend and his girlfriend. At the time, even that small amount of people broke the bank for us. I was pregnant, we were living in our first apartment together, and we only had one income. We were broke to say the least. Despite not having a huge wedding with all our family and friends there, that cold day in January was one of the happiest days of my life. On that day, I married my best friend.
I remember planning our first wedding so clearly. My best friend was planning to visit me in Florida for the first time since I had moved there from New York. Jon and I were engaged, and I was pregnant with our first daughter. My father had been pestering me to get married before the baby was born. So I told Jon we should get married while Kayla was visiting. She could be a part of my wedding. A few days later, we visited a chapel down the street from our apartment. We had a meeting with the sweet, elderly British couple that owned it. We told them about our tiny budget, and they worked with us and helped us plan everything. We picked the date and time, and we were going to get married!
That morning, we got up early and got ready. Kayla did my hair and put a little makeup on me. I got dressed and we all got into our car and made the 2 mile drive to the chapel. I was so excited. I asked Kayla to give me away, since she was my only family there. I remember walking down the aisle, and seeing Jon waiting for me and for a split second, I was so nervous. But as soon as I stood in front of him, I knew, without any doubt, that I was about to make the best decision of my life. The elderly British owner officiated the wedding, and as soon as he started talking, I broke down crying. And I don’t mean sweet, pretty crying, I was full-on ugly sobbing. I could blame the pregnancy hormones, but honestly, I had waited to marry Jon since I was a teenager. I was incredibly happy that it was finally happening.
After being handed a bunch of tissues, we exchanged our vows and became husband and wife. When the officiant said:
“You may now kiss the bride”
Jon and I kissed, but this old man wanted us to kiss more. “She’s your wife now, kiss her!” And we awkwardly made out in front of everyone while our friend took pictures. It’s hilarious to think back on that moment. I actually told my daughter about it the other day and it made her blush. She loves hearing stories like this.
Anyway, after our make out session in front of our friends, family and the elderly British couple, we walked down the aisle together as husband and wife.
After we left the chapel, we headed back home and made a big dinner for all of us.
Here we are, almost 10 years of marriage later, and we are planning to renew our vows. We always talked about having the wedding we always dreamed of for our 10 year anniversary. Now that we’re planning it, it’s so surreal.
We’ll be renewing our vows in Florida, with all our family and friends who couldn’t be there the first time around.
I am beyond excited to celebrate our 10 years of marriage. Jon is truly the man of my dreams, and I would marry him again and again.