I promise 1000 promises…

It’s not every day you find yourself a part of a real-life fairy tale.  Clearly, the recent Royal Wedding proved to us all that yes, even a commoner COULD be Queen.  But you know what?  I watched their wedding… and I liked mine better.  Now don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t have turned down the beautiful carriage or the hand-sewn lace gown if it was handed to me.  But, I like my version of the Prince much more.
 

Last week (ok, 2 and a half weeks ago now that I’m finally getting around to publishing this),  I mentioned that John and I had hit a pretty big milestone.  That’s a 12 year, boulder-sized milestone.  Yep, we started dating when we were 8.  Ok… I was 17 but hey, you can’t blame a girl for trying to feel younger as she’s on the downward slide to the big 3-0 (but you knew that already).  12 years.  That’s 40% of my life.  What???  And wouldn’t you know… they’ve been the best 12 years of my life.
 

Babies, I tell you!

 

We started dating in April of my Junior and his Senior year of high school.  Yep, I’m the cliche that married her high school sweetheart.  Truth is, there were a LOT of couples from high school who got married, both who had dated since and those who reconnected after.  Knowing he would be leaving for college, we decided we were just going to hang out but before we knew it, it was time for him to leave and we were “breaking up” a relationship that had become very real in a short amount of time.  Needless to say, the “break up” included daily phone calls and a visit in Hampton Beach (don’t judge) the first week he was away and by the following weekend, we were back on and haven’t looked back.  So no, I don’t count that as a break up at all and we certainly weren’t going to reschedule our anniversary because of it.
 

Junior/Senior Prom – before someone attacked my face for some much needed eyebrow pruning.

 

We both knew we wanted to get married early on in the relationship but we also were in no rush to do so.  People couldn’t believe that we were waiting so long – I’m not sure when the ripe age of 25 became the card-carrying days of  Spinsterhood – and we were together for 6 and a half years before he proposed (the number of side diamonds in my engagement ring represent that) and over 8 when we actually tied the knot at the ages of 25 and 27 (him being the older-and-already-hit-30 one).
 

All 3 of these pictures were taken at the same spot at Sugarloaf.  The last one culminated with a sparkly gem on my left hand.

 

When our wedding day FINALLY came, I can honestly say it was the best day of my life.  I got to marry my best friend, in front of all my friends and family (except for a few treasured missing guests) and we were able to redefine our love, in our own way and promised that it would last forever.

 

My very own fairytale.

 

Our wedding was perfect for us – just like all of our friends’ weddings were perfect for them – and I couldn’t imagine doing any of it any differently.  We wrote our own vows, took pics on the beach, drank fruity, Bahamian-themed concoctions and danced the night away.  So here we sit, smack dab in between our 12 year dating anniversary (April 26th) and our 4 year wedding anniversary (May 26th – I’m sure you see the connection) and I couldn’t be happier.  And as we look forward to the many many MANY years to come (Lord willing), we will never forget to reflect upon the years that got us here in the first place.

 

I love you babe!

 

And I promise… 1000 promises… that it won’t take me so long to write another post.

 

Love is a promise; love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear. ~John Lennon