To my husband, on our sixth month-iversary

Dear Husband,
Six months ago, this very moment, I stood in a grove of trees with my dad. Waiting. Waiting for the next fifteen minutes to pass by, until I would finally walk down the aisle to you and become your wife.

Six months later, it still feels weird to say those words.
Your wife. 

We've settled into life together, and yet it's still so, so strange that this is real life. Six months ago today, we really, actually, very much got married. In some ways, it feels like just yesterday... and in others, it feels like we've been together forever. Funny how time works like that.

Anyway, I know you don't really read my blog (and I really can't blame you), but maybe you'll see this today and smile. (Or maybe not, since you're running around outside all day today.)

Regardless, I just wanted to let you (and the whole world, I suppose) know how much I've enjoyed these past six months, and how much I look forward to the next sixty. Thousand. (Assuming we'll be around in 5,000 years. Probably not. :)

Love,
Stephanie

engaged

(this is a polaroid Lucas and I made on the night he asked me to marry him. :)