Tomorrow I marry my best friend. Tomorrow I commit to a life partner and lover. Tomorrow we make a promise that’s the first step to turning our dreams to reality.
I’ve loved Richard since I was 17. He was my senior prom date and my favorite friend. I loved just being around him. Being our genuine selves was always enough.
There was a spark when we were together. For five years I tried to find that kind of connection without him, but nothing ever measured up. He was the one.
When Richard proposed I gave him my heart, my future and my love. In my heart I’ve been his wife for months. But tomorrow we dress up, me in a big dress and he in a fancy suit, to confirm this commitment in front of the people we love most. We’re going to be married.
I always imagined a certain sense of pressure the day before the wedding. After all it’s the biggest party we’ll ever throw, complete with lots of expectations and expenses. But I couldn’t be lighter or filled with more joy.
Friends and family are in town. I’m in a city I love. And tomorrow I become wife to the most genuinely lovely man I’ve ever known. I can’t wait to say “I do.”