My absolutely favorite day from our first year of marriage was.... our wedding day! (I know, soo original) This day was truly beautiful. The weather was awful and I had a giant zit on my face to prove my young age, but the day was beautiful. This day wasn't about a big event but the death of our individual lives, giving life to our LIFE together. Up until March 3, 2012, we had been living as individuals and although we put each other above a lot of things, it didn't compare to when we said our vows and committed to a lifelong relationship dedicated to Christ alone.
I woke up the morning of March 3 unusually excited and uncharacteristically peaceful. I had no reason to worry because I knew that Andrew was my groom. It's a funny thing because as you grow up, you picture your wedding day to be so exciting and nerve-racking because you're entering marriage with some guy. You don't truly know who that guy is until the day of your wedding. Knowing my "guy" was Andrew gave me all the peace in the world. I knew he would never leave me. I knew he would hurt me unintentionally, but I also knew I would do the same. I knew he had weaknesses and flaws and knowing that he had seen mine and still stuck with me gave me a supernatural peace. I knew I was marrying a man who would grow stronger, braver, bolder, cuter, smarter, funnier, and most importantly Godlier each day. I had no fear for the future because God was more consciously present this day than most others before. Thankfully the day went rather smoothly. Of course there were mishaps and errors in planning, but this day was just a beginning to our marriage. There have been mishaps, errors, and mistakes made in our marriage too, but God has taken care of us and absolutely blessed us more than we could have ever imagined. One of my favorite moments from that awesome day was AFTER the kissing of the bride... we hugged. I hadn't really noticed but a lot of people pointed out to us how sweet they felt our hug was. Thinking back on it almost brings me to tears. (ALMOST) Hugs communicate so much for us. We hug when we're excited, we even hug sometimes when we're mad. I'm not a "hugger", but Andrew is. He hugs the people he loves and respects the most often. He makes it a point to hug his mom, my mom, and me as much as possible. Sealing our commitment with a hug felt absolutely wonderful. The rest of the day was a blast! We just wish we could re-live it one more time :)
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| A quiet moment |
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| The kiss! |
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| There was a whole lot of laughter |
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| And the hug |



