Our wedding day was one of the most sacred and important days of my life. I married the person I had been attached to at the soul for a long time.
I married the kid who asked me to junior prom. The kid who I went to Ikea with after school one day when we realized we both wanted the same shelf for our rooms. The same kid who I would dodge in the halls at school after we stopped dating because it was weird. I married the kid who took me snow boarding and showed me Death Cab for Cutie and The Postal Service. I married the kid who gave me the best 'first kiss' I've ever had.
I married the guy I shared my personal growth with on so many levels, the guy who I would sit in my car and talk to for hours; the guy I could cry to about my deepest concerns. I married the guy I said goodbye to on June 20th 2012 as he left to serve his mission. I married the guy I called from England on Christmas morning to tell him I wanted to serve too. I married the guy who watched me as I went from a girl with little faith and no religion, to one who would live for what I believe and know to be true.
I married the guy that I wrote for 2 years and 9 months. I married the guy that would send me voice recorded tapes and tell me about his week, and I would do the same. I married the guy that I didn't know if I'd be with when I came home from my mission. The one who I cried over, and who cried over me.
And I married the man who came back to me. The one who said he was sorry, and that he missed me. I married the man that I said sorry to. I married the man who told me I was amazing for reasons I couldn't see. I married the man who made me feel at home whenever I was with him. I married the man who told me countless times how much he loves my family, and who appreciated their quirks the same way that I do. I married the man who let me lean on him when I was breaking down, and who told me that I can do and be anything that I want to be.
The morning of our wedding I had no idea what it was going to feel like inside the Temple. Our temple recommends ended up being in Taylorsville when we were in Provo ready to get married. I knew it would be okay, but the tears were coming anyway. I wanted to marry Ryan so badly, and I was so ready. The temple workers were so incredibly kind and helpful and assured both of us that we'd be getting married that morning. Ryan's cousin Kylie was amazing and brought our recommends to the temple for us so we could proceed. They had us go into the celestial room and wait for a little while. I have never been so close to heaven as I was during this time. Ryan and I were so happy and the mutual feeling we shared of actually being at the place we were is indescribable.
Being sealed to Ryan was sacred and beautiful. Having so many of our family members and our best friends with us sharing in the moment was overwhelming. Our sealer was the sweetest man. I honestly don't know how to explain what it was like. It was Heaven.
I know that what we did is forever. I know that God's hand is in our marriage and relationship.
The rest of the day was so much fun and I just couldn't believe all of the love and support we received from everybody we love so much. But our sealing took the cake. Every time I think back to it I feel so much warmth come over me. Being sealed to Ryan is God's greatest gift to me.
