Nicole has a husband. Rylan has a wife.

February 20, 2016 was a day of so much smiling my cheeks hurt. Of so many happy tears that I kept having to check my makeup. Of an overall awesome feeling of joy that was as infectious as it was instantaneous.


My best friend married her best friend and to look at their beautiful shining faces, beaming with love and radiating elation, I couldn't help but believe that my own person is out there. Because a love shared between two people like Nicole and Rylan--two people who understand and complement one another to their very core--can't be as rare as I've made it out to be in my head. No; seeing them on their wedding day made me oh so hopeful that that kind of love is everywhere. You just have to know how to recognize it; you have to know how to tend to that love; you have to be willing to make small (and sometimes big) sacrifices; you have to be willing to commit to one person over and over and over again; you have to be willing to accept them, flaws and all; and you have to be willing to forgive their transgressions and move past painful and awkward experiences. Love is vulnerable and, while I hate feeling vulnerable, I know I have to be prepared to open myself up to someone if I'm ever going to let myself fall in love. 

Thank you, Nicole and Rylan for reminding me that the kind of love you share is worth everything. I love you both so much. 

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Monika said…
Beautiful photo! :)
February 24, 2016 at 2:10 PM
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