Tomorrow marks 11 weeks since our wedding day. Since we returned from our honeymoon, life has been one crazy ride. There hasn't been much time to come down from the hype and exhaustion that comes with wedding planning, as wedding season (for my clients) is just now coming to an end.
I'm SO grateful for our honeymoon week in Mexico. We were able to turn off our brains, step away from our responsibilities, and soak up the sun without a care in the world for six whole days. I'm not sure I've ever experienced that kind of freedom and peace in my life (and I'm not sure I'd still be functioning at any level without it) .
Back to reality -- there are still piles of wedding decorations, gifts, and stationery all over our living room. Clean laundry has formed a mountain on top of our dryer, dirty clothes stay on the floor for days at a time, and I've got a whole list of thank-you cards that still need to be written.
In the midst of all this craziness, I've sometimes wondered why on earth we decided to get married at the beginning of wedding season -- why schedule one of the biggest transitions of our lives right at the beginning of the busiest season of my calendar year?
But then I wonder how I'd be handling all the pressures and expectations that come along with this job if I didn't get to wake up next to him every day - if I didn't have him at home every night telling me not to give up - if I didn't have his arms to hug away all the stress and anxiety I've had hanging over my head for months on end. The Lord wrote our story, and he wrote it right. I need this man. He is my biggest encourager and my best friend.