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I had about a year and 3 months left of school and R decided he did not want to continue with college. He worked at a retail store for a year and then started to work in sales. He said he wanted to give me the wedding of my dreams and he was going to work for it. He turned out to be an awesome sales man. He sold insurance and was great at it.
I started planning the wedding. I wanted it to be simple and to be only our close friends and family. We sent out a little over 80 invitations. The wedding was at a catholic church that was one of the oldest in our area, it was built in the late 1800's and was white with a red steeple. It had huge black doors. It was adorable and only had seats for a little over one hundred people. He worked hard and we were putting the money away for the wedding and reception.
Over the years, I had started to work things out with my step mother. We talked at least once a week and she had even paid for my tuition one summer. She had changed a lot over the years and realized that I was all she had. When she was sick with colon cancer, I had left school to be there for her surgery. My best friend Jen had gone with me. It was a hard trip for us because she did not let us stay at her place while she was in the hospital. I was the only one who was there for her through all of her illness. As the wedding approached, she was not sure that she wanted to go. It was important to me that she be there. For our wedding present she paid for an all inclusive hotel in cancun in a beach front room. At the last moment she decided to attend.
In March, the wedding day finally came and it was everything I could have ever dreamed of. My uncle from NJ was there, my step mom was there and so was my cousin. She was my maid of honor, it could not have been more perfect. R's family was all there, too. We had about 80 guests.
The day of the wedding, I woke up in complete peace, knowing that it was my day. My cousin and best friends were over and helped me to get dressed, someone did my make up and hair and a limo came to take us to the church. When I entered the church and I saw him, I was so relieved and excited, he was so happy to see me that anyone could see it. It was our day. I had no doubt that I was making the right choice. I could tell that he was nervous but he seemed very happy. We were married, finally! It was everything I could have imagined, there was a long kiss and everybody cheered as we walked out. We went in the limo to the reception with all of our friends and their little race cars following us. The best man even got pulled over on the way to the reception. During our time in Jacksonville, we had started a car club with over 45 members, therefore we had tons of friends. The reception was a blur with lots of dancing. One of our gifts was a 4 tier wedding cake with all edible hand made flowers. It was from someone that we had become close to during the years of owning the sign company. His wife had made it for us and it had taken over 2 weeks to make. It was the most beautiful cake I have seen to this day.
At one point during the reception I went to the bathroom because my feet were hurting and I needed a break. I took a few minutes off before he came looking for me. it was adorable. Before we knew it, it was time to leave. I threw the bouquet and we drove off in a rented suburban. Our honeymoon night was everything you would expect. We had a suite and he carried me in. I had a huge dress! We ordered food and made love.
The months after the wedding flew by until I finished college that August with a Bachelors in Computer Science. I could not believe it. After all of these years, I had made it. I could almost hear my dad's pride since it was everything he had always talked about, getting an education so that I did not have to struggle like he did.
Believe it or not, we were still very much in love. I was happy every day of my life and I felt that I found peace. We hardly argued and talked out our problems instead. Life was everything I could have dreamt for. Our friends used to tell us that things would change that after 5 years we would not be as into each other or talking as much and that the sex would not be the same but for us it seemed like life was getting better every day. We were never bored of each other and it had been 6 years at this point, we were best friends and there was not a week that went by that we were not being intimate.
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Posted by prelude2it on 2008-04-01 20:00:00 | Rating: | Views: 133
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