May 21, 2011 – I remember having to drag myself out of bed so that I could shower. I always hate seeing 8am on a Saturday. I showered and dressed carefully, making sure that the top I put on was a button down. I drove alone, more likely than not with the music up, to Mitchell’s. I waited as patiently as possible trying to figure out which girl would be the one working with me. I had some ideas to give her once she came out, but I let her have free range. After about an hour, I was back in the car, heading home, to try and keep myself busy for a short while.
Finally, I headed out to the corner of Galbraith and Cheviot. There were already a lot of people already there. I headed straight in more focused on getting everything that needed to be done.
I sent Angie to hand out flowers. I called Josh to make sure everyone was ready.
I remember being so nervous seeing the back of Josh as I made my way to him outside. And then he turned. We acted like two 6th graders, all shy and awkward with one another- him beaming, me pulling on his vest.
I remember running back in so people wouldn’t see me before the ceremony. Finally we all lined up. I remember that I couldn’t stop smiling as I made my way down the aisle. I couldn’t stop smiling the entire ceremony. I kept almost giggling. Josh seemed to think something was wrong with me.
We were finally made man and wife, kissed, and shared a special “busha baby” moment.
I remember the anticipation as we stood behind closed doors for our entrance.
I married my best friend that day, and this past year has been amazing. We moved into our first home. We found out we were expecting our first baby. Josh found a “big boy” job with city. We’re finally starting to get on our feet.