Yesterday we got our marriage license, went to the temple and saw our sealer, got Scott's suit (he said I didn't react well enough. Let me set the record straight that he looked AMAZING), found a sweet woman to alter my dress.
This is really happening.
Someone asked me when I knew. You know, when I was sure. The only moment I can remember having a spiritual experience about it was in October. I mean, I knew I loved him in July; I think I even knew there was something different about this relationship back then (although I was afraid of the implications).
But in October when I met his family... Here I was, already head over heels for this guy, and then I meet these people who I instantly fall in love with. And I remember praying, Can I keep this one? Can this be it? This is everything I've ever wanted.
I was sure, in myself, that I wanted Scott-- the whole package (we'd seen enough of each other's flaws to know what the "whole package" meant). But, I haven't had the best judgment about guys in the past so I wanted God's opinion of the whole thing.
I remember begging for clarity that weekend and feeling so frustrated and feeling that if there was one time when I really needed a clear answer about something, this was it.
And then came this one moment where all of these things were brought to my memory-- time and time again where somehow, we were able to stay together. Miracles. And the distinct impression: I've brought you, and kept you, together.
This is evidence of God's infinite love, and that he's involved when we let him, pulling the strings. I feel like this is a gift we can't ever treat lightly.