A matter of time...

Just two days ago my husband and I celebrated our second anniversary. As the date approached, we commented to one another how strange it seemed that it had already been two years. On the other hand, we also found it difficult to remember what it was like before we were married because we've become so comfortable with it and it almost feels like things have simply 'always been' that way.

I can remember with perfect clarity waking up the morning of our wedding. My maid of honor, Liz, had stay the night with me but I had woken up before her - and my tummy was not happy with me. I hadn't expected my nerves to get to me like that - but they did! A bathroom trip later, I was fine and I slipped on some jeans and a sweater and drove to St. Gabriel's Church, where perpetual adoration was available. I prayed a Rosary while contemplating the day before me - and knowing that I would arrive back there within a few short hours with my new husband.

I remember being told by one of my bridesmaids, Laura, to take the time to enjoy the day because it would fly by. This was the best advice I could have received. I was relaxed and enjoyed every moment. . . get my hair done. . . drinking Starbucks that (I think I recall) Kristen had picked up for us. . . hanging out at the hotel. . . doing my make-up. . . lunch being late (about the only time I got slightly stressed. . .)

I remember arriving at the church. . . having confession with Fr. David. . . I remember him telling me that I looked beautiful and he was amazed by my calm and, he laughed, that Tim was a basket-case (which I found quite amusing).

The mass was amazing. . . our vows. . . our rings. . . Fr. David singing the "Agnus Dei," which brought back memories of daily mass at Villanova. . . the shower of bubbles afterwards. . . the laughter.

The reception. . . glowed. There were no words to express how beautiful it was. . . and I felt like a princess in the midst of it all, on the arm of my prince.

I remember so many details with clarity and I keep the close to my heart. I remember driving away in Tim's car at the end, watching our guests disappear behind us and then turning to each other and saying, "Wow. . . it's over!" Though it wasn't. . . another Rosary at St. Gabe's and then a flight to our beautiful hotel (the Charlotte Westin, which is still, in my opinion, the most beautiful building in the city).

We'll be returning to Charlottesville this weekend, where we spent our honeymoon. I look forward to seeing those familiar places again.

How amazing that a single day two years ago can seem like a lifetime ago and yet a moment ago.

I cannot recall what it was like when I woke up and Tim wasn't sleeping beside me. I cannot recall my life when my espresso wasn't prepped for me each morning. . . when I had to make my own lunch. . . when I had to remember on my own to take my vitamins. . . when I had to cook my own dinner.

I imagine that the same thing will be true once we have a child. I won't be able to recall what it was like to sleep in until 8:30 on a Saturday. . . I won't remember what it was like when I could eat a meal with both hands. . . I won't remember what a day was like when I didn't hold my children.

I look forward to not missing this time now once I am in that time then. For now, I will enjoy each moment as those days approach. I pray that they approach in God's rapid time. :-)