Today, four years ago, the next chapter of my life began.  An adventure that has exceeded all expectations, if there were any expectations to be had.

I remember every detail that mattered.  I remember seeing you before the wedding, and the quiet whisper of heavy breaths in anticipation of this journey we were about to embark upon.  It was calming and right in all the ways right could be.

I remember the book of letters I wrote.  You already knew I had, but never let me know.  It was my wedding gift to you.  My years of thoughts captured for this very day.  It was tattered and worn, but it was for you.

I remember your vows.  You proclaimed in sly bashfulness to the congregation that I had a “smokin’ hot bod”.  It was unexpected and welcomed, breaking the nervous silence of the wooden-pewed chapel with laughter that the priest couldn’t even deny.  You were mine and I was yours, and it was sealed in a way that rings don’t do justice of.

I remembered that it rained.  Somehow I always knew it would, oddly wanting the mysterious dew to fall on my wedding day, and the fact that it did made it that much more complete.

I remember our first dance.  The room stood still and we floated, the vibration of the bass creating a white noise of bliss as we captured this moment together.  Cradled on all sides, camera’s flashing as 150 of our closest friends and family looked upon us.  To me, there was just you and us and that moment together.  It was meant to be.

I remember the dance with my dad.  The dance that held more symbolism that one was capable of holding within.  Our last dance together, and our proclamation of father and daughter love for the world to take in.  It was healing and full of life and the light we hold so sacred.  It was for me and it was for you.

Today, four years ago, I would have never been able to tell you what this day would be like.  To look back on a glimpse of our journey and feel so fulfilled, so alive with love.  You bring life into this home and a love I never cease to be inspired by.  And as we crawl into bed at night and you so religiously follow the flow of the big spoon position, you complete my every day.  Today, four years ago, little did I know our journey would be like this.  I knew it would be good, but babe, it’s damn good.  I can’t even wait for what’s in store.

To the moon and back.  You’re like a dream, and I love you so big.

Thank you, Parker, for capturing our moments.  For sneaking into our souls and obtaining every glimpse of love we shed that day.  You have a rare and treasured gift.  It is up to us to keep our love alive, but you kept the love of that sacred day preserved in every picture you made.  And for that, I am forever grateful.

All images in this post are © Parker J Pfister

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