One of my best friends from my teenage years was married this weekend. I was sitting in the pew with my husband and three kids thinking about my own life over the last 12 years. Then the bride started walking down the aisle. I am not the weeping type, however I got all choked up seeing her walk down the aisle with her dad. I thought of that silly junior high girl I used to be, my own wedding, the thought of my kids getting married and how my friends parents must have been feeling in that moment. As she walked past, the tears were rolling down my cheeks. A bit unexpected for me. Time moves to fast, it really does.
Old wedding photos take you back to that dreamy moment of time. In the end, marriage is a journey not a destination.
(No judging my wedding photo. Options have gotten so much better for weddings)