I just got married. I was one of those girls who started thinking about her wedding as soon as she realized what one was. I was also one of those girls who knew every last word in every song of every Disney movie ever made so I started looking for my prince charming pretty early on. After a pretty awful track record and a couple of boyfriends who just didn't cut it, I found him. I promptly declared to everyone in the sorority who would listen that he was "the one" and they all looked at me like I was crazy. But after a while they realized that we were perfect together and decided to accept my initial prophecy. I proved them all wrong in January when I took him off the market for good.
Our wedding was a total fairytale. It couldn't have been better. It lived up to all of my hopes and dreams and then some. It's cheesy and awful but it really was the best night of both of our lives. Then we went away for a week to adventure and relax in the gorgeous sun. And now I'm back at work, back to life, changing my name and getting used to being Mrs. H. I'm living my happily ever after. But what comes after happily ever after? The end? Not a chance. I'm not sure what comes after my storybook wedding, but I'm ready to find out. Pin It