They always wanted to get married. Like many high school sweethearts, always dreamt about it. Always talked about it. Always wondered aloud when the right time would be, when they’d finally feel “old enough, and “have it together enough.”
But it wasn’t until the day after their seventh anniversary, during a routine lunch break at work, that the truth shimmied its way to the forefront of his thoughts. Or as he elegantly states, “I finally realized I’d always want to make a little more money, have a little more this, need a little more that… and I finally understood life would never be completely set, and I was tired of waiting, so I said SCREW IT, it’s time to do it.” He might have been lacking some things, but wisdom not so much. Maybe until then, this newfound wisdom was the only thing missing.
Like most epiphanies, this one required immediate action. Like, not wait until this Saturday action. Like, NO YOU DONT UNDERSTAND I NEED TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS RIGHT NOW ACTION. In a high of excitement, he left work, bee-lined to their favorite jeweler, and quickly discovered that what he’d always imagined giving her happened to be right there, right in that case in right front of him, right for her, right for him, right now. The timing had all aligned. All the pieces laid perfectly before him, and it ripened his heart to the status of overwhelmingly ready. It didn’t get more all-in than that moment. Because, when you know, you know. Because, it was time.
So the ring, of course, needed a few adjustments. But nothing a few hours and some steady hands couldn’t handle. It’d be ready for him to pick up on his way home from work, ohhhhhh, THAT DAY. So he could propose, oohhhhh, THAT NIGHT.
DID YOU HEAR ME? I SAID: WHEN YOU’RE READY, YOU’RE READY.
With a rich peace that pushed happy through his blood, he picked up the phone and called her dad. It was probably seven years of close relationship with him that warranted her dad’s amazing response:
“What are you asking me for? You want me to ask her for you?”
You see, they had grown up and into each other’s families long ago. It was only a matter of committing out loud the vows they had already been living out in their hearts. Because, there’s just something real sacred about your word, your promise, your most specific heartfelt intent– and using it as a sword to pierce every ounce of skepticism that this thing you’ve found would be anything short of forever.
“The day was perfect. I can’t think of one thing that went wrong. It was so good, it almost felt surreal. But the best part was coming down the aisle together. You know, after he said I may kiss my bride… when we walked down through the flying heart confetti, that’s when it felt real. Yeah. That was THE BEST.” Mah goooodness, I love a groom’s perspective.
The rest of the day was a montage of flashing photographic memories, some in color, other moments feeling more black and white, like an old movie, his hands around her waist, his forehead against her forehead, her laughing or crying or more likely– crying while laughing. “It was such a build up.”
The world truly became more right when they were presented as one, and I don’t say that lightly. That’s why their faces looked like they did coming down the aisle (see evidences below!), and that’s why it was after she was named his bride that he said it finally felt real. Because, darling, that’s when God’s will made way– when she was finally named his bride. And there’s something real and right and searing about not only realizing but also seeing what He long intended into our lives. The moments when we and our once hardened understanding are set aside, when our hearts are suddenly given permission by wisdom. God’s will breaking through a single story can change everything. He makes what could only be surreal real. The “too good to be true”, more true and tangible than anything we’ve ever known, or hoped to know. It makes life feel more real because something about the way He envisioned it to be is more right. I can only compare it to the simple rightness of snowfall on Christmas morning, or a tree with two singing birds instead of one, or maybe best like this…
like the epiphany that after seven years of waiting, will drive a man straight to the jeweler on his lunch.
Raves & Thanks to:
Venue: Estancia Resort & Spa, La Jolla
Coordinator: Jill Hudgins, I Do… Weddings!
Assitant Shooter: Kiana Scott Photography
Florist: Seven Stems
Cake: CAKE Bakery, Mission Hills
Hair: Jessica Renich Hair
Makeup: Lindsay Silva, MAC, Mission Viejo
Wedding Dress: Tara Keely
Bridal Shoes: Badgley Mischka
DJ: DJ Manny