Okay

I thought I was going to throw up. For real. Maybe my stomach was rejecting the sugar from the doughnut and gas station cappucino I had while I sat in the chair. I tried to hide it, but reality hung over my head while my stylist worked my hair into an updo.

In a few hours I was getting married. Married. That was fine. That was beyond fine. That was great! But that church full of people. That was not so great.

And then I saw Ryan. He wrapped his arms around me, and with his squeeze I knew it would be okay. Even I tripped on my dress or a candle lit my hair on fire. It would be okay. If we had to move; if I got into a car accident; if we bought a house; if we had to replace a transmission; if I lost my job.

Forever, it would be okay.

Photos by Dreamcatcher Photography

Four years is a far cry from forever. Most of the time it's been fantastic. But even when it's not, it's always been okay. Because I have you. And that's all I need.

Happy anniversary hon! I love you.