Once Upon a Time.

Once upon a time, I started a Christmas date being rushed and told to hurry up and open my presents, and ended a Christmas date with the prettiest diamond ring on my finger. It was the stuff fairy tales are made of. 

I didn’t yet know what I was saying yes to…I didn’t know the adventures and the hard decisions and the laughter and the hard times and the perfect days I was saying yes to. I didn’t know the little fox or the tiny apartment in the sky or the sweet baby boy that would be on the way one day that I was saying yes to.

I just knew that it was my best friend, the love of my whole life, the one who I wanted to live every day with, the one who would give me a lifetime of adventures and memories that I was saying yes to. It was the stuff fairy tales are made of. 

As I was trying (and failing) to fall asleep after the excitement of the most perfect, magical night, I held my new ring in front of my face, admiring it, thinking about how much our lives would change over the next year, and how happy I was that it was happening with him. It was the stuff fairy tales are made of. 

Today, four years later, there’s no fancy date on the water or trips to the beach in our formalwear or front-row seats at Cirque Du Soleil.

I woke up, insanely pregnant and uncomfortable, next to the love of my life. When I look at him and imagine how our life is going to change over the next few weeks and how happy I am that this is all happening with him, my heart feels like it may explode, just like it did when I was staring at my new ring.

Today, we’ll celebrate us. We’ll celebrate our own personal little Christmas that we’ve had going for so many years now. We’ll celebrate the yes that was said four years ago, and all the yeses that have been said since then.

We’ll eat somewhere fun, or do some shopping, or exchange gifts, or go look at Christmas lights. Whatever we do, we’ll be celebrating deep, honest, once in a lifetime kind of love.

And you guys…it’s the stuff fairy tales are made of.