I was never the little girl who dreamed about her wedding day. I fantasized about moving to New York and building a career in TV, and I always kept my eye on the prize. That’s not to say I didn’t also dream of finding my husband and raising a family together, but I was confident that time would come when it was meant to be. He came into my life on a summer night in July 2022. Six feet of kindness, laughter and immediate connection.
But the next day, as loved ones from around the world arrived, the intrusive thoughts settled, and I began to feel the love. The army had assembled. The once highly-anticipated, now somewhat dreaded day of what was supposed to be my wedding came — rain in tow — but I told myself it was simply a matter of reframing. It was a new day, in a beautiful place, surrounded by beautiful people, and I needed to be grateful for that gift.