One year ago today I married my husband; my soul mate, my lover, my best friend.
One year ago today I became a Step-Mom to two smart boys who I adore.
One year ago my Megan was blessed with a great Step-Daddy who she loves.
One year ago today I suddenly looked around me and realized that I all of a sudden wasn’t a single Mother with one daughter, but a Mother of three.
One year ago today we didn’t drive off in a parade of well wishers or off to some exotic honeymoon. We tied the knot with a very small handful of family and friends that are family. Our honeymoon was spent putting kids to bed and packing boxes for moving.
In our first year of marriage we have moved two households, blended a family together, developed multiple businesses, gone though a very difficult pregnancy, suffered sever financial losses and stresses, celebrated the birth of our premature daughter, and had a variety of health issues.
The part of the vows “poorer” and “sickness” have deffiantely had their fair share in our first year of marriage, but also the “richer” and “health” has come in to play with the blessing of love and the health of Elle.
One year ago I became a Mrs., and I’m so glad I took a chance and did.