You know when you think, “I wonder if anyone else has ever felt this way?”
Usually the answer answer is yes. And usually there’s someone out there who is wondering the same thing.
So here’s the thing:
I have been happily married to my outstanding husband for two weeks now, and my cheeks are still hurting from all the smiling I did on our wedding day. My abs may or not still be sore from the outrageous amount of full body laughing I did, too. I also maybe (just maybe) still have my wedding bouquet in plain sight and smile every time I look at it.
Second to meeting Jesus, getting married was definitely the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. I often wondered how I would react or how I would feel on my wedding day. I saw a million pictures of other brides and their reactions when they saw their groom for the first time, and I spent plenty of time day dreaming about that moment, and all that it might be, but I can honestly say that my experience in that moment was far greater than anything I hoped for or expected.
When I saw my precious Dano at the end of the aisle- a moment I have waited for my whole life- I was literally consumed with joy. I was completely overcome. I honestly can not express the fullness I felt, but the best I can explain is that I actually felt like I would explode. My joy was so great that I simply could not contain it. Luckily, I did not explode. I did, however, laugh with my entire body and smile so big that I thought maybe my face would never return to normal. It was the most incredible feeling I have felt, by far.
Our wedding was full of laughter, tears, delicious beef, cupcakes, and more dancing than I thought possible.
And all in a flash, it was over.
Dano and I ventured off to Maui for a lovely and hilarious honeymoon, and then made our way back to our cozy, beach-side cottage in California. Dano returned to work, and I did as well. Juxtaposed to our honeymoon, our everyday life has seemed busy and quite tiring.
Today, my first day off work since our honeymoon, I sat on the floor with a cup of coffee in hand, a pondered my eight million emotions. Confusion flooded my heart as I recognized feelings of sadness welling up inside of me. My coffee cup, a gift from a friend for my wedding day brunch, reads, “Best Day Ever.”
“It truly was the best day ever,” I thought to myself. “But it’s over. How did it come and go like that?”
I began thinking about how I had planned for so long for one day. Literally, I planned day and night for the greatest celebration of my life. It came, it was wonderful, and it went. I found myself thinking, “I feel like after all that planning, the celebration should have been a little longer.”
It is likely a lot of brides feel this way. After all, it’s a LOT of hard work and incredibly time consuming, all for about six hours of celebration.
The stubborn side of me said, “No. I am not done celebrating. I only just started.”
That is when it hit me. And it hit me hard.
I am not done celebrating. I only just started.
Our marriage celebration here on Earth is a reflection of our forever in Heaven. We will spend day and night preparing for our eternal marriage to Jesus, and the day will come when we become forever one with Him, and it literally will be the best day of our lives. And then the next day will be even better. Oh, and the day after that will exceed that one.
We won’t have a wedding and then move on and return to normal life.
We will celebrate, and then we will celebrate some more. We won’t stop.
Each day that passes will only bring more joy and more celebration.
And if my marriage here on Earth is to truly reflect Christ and His bride, it is only fitting that I would seek to live in way that does just that.
So today I am choosing to celebrate. I am celebrating love and celebrating my husband. I am celebrating Jesus and all that He has done in my life. I am celebrating my marriage, and choosing to find Jesus in the seemingly mundane routine of the post-wedding schedule.
I am drinking from my new favorite mug as a remind that today is the BEST DAY EVER.