I'm laying comfortably on the bed next to my husband. How lucky am I to be married to someone I fall more and more in love as the days, weeks, years pass by. He is the perfect person for me, that I am sure. I don't know of any person I can even dream of that I would want to spend my future with.
Our wedding was just how I imagined it would be. I do wish I could have savored every moment of it a little longer. It went by so quickly. I woke up, Arlo left immediately out of our room (he was nervous spending the night together, thinking it would ignite bad luck into our marriage). I wrote letters to him, my brother, and my mom (in that particular order). Saw Karla outside the hotel room and we walked over to Jean/Jay/Con's house to be made up. All the anxiety and stress I have felt for the weeks and days prior to our wedding day vanished. I was ready to just enjoy the day.
Everyone insisted I eat breakfast. I wish they would leave that alone. Breakfast and lunch makes me sleepy, and I certainly wanted to be alive and energetic for our wedding day. Makeup and hair was done in a jiff. Our photographer, Jorem Catilo and his crew snapped ten billion photos of the girls getting primped. In retrospect, I wish I had asked for Te Ely, Tita, and my family to come over at Jean's for photos. Sadly, I don't recall any pictures alone with Te Ely and Tita. I regret this much so.
My brother and mama were in a petty disagreement over having to come over Jean's. Can't blame them, the walk from their casa to Jean's under the scorching sun isn't fun. Who wants to be sweaty on a wedding day anyway. I wish they argued a little more discreetly though. Because of that argument, I chose Jean to be with me on the 45min ride to the church. I really did not feel like listening to mama and Kuya arguing. Oh how perfectly timed their petty fight is.
Jean said a short prayer before we arrived. I wish I had more feeling while she prayed. It was all words to me. I'm not proud of this and I wish there would come a time when I could be as close as I was with Him.
And then i was motioned to come out of hiding from the rented white Mercedes. I was excited. The door slightly opened, I heard the wrong song play and I told the coordinator it was the incorrect song. When the right song came on, I walked in.
I was all smiles! I waved, nodded to guests with a huge grin on my face the entire time.
I saw my brother and mom halfway. Kuya seemed like he was crying.
Then I saw Arlo, crying immensely, as I expected. I love him so much.
