I don't remember growing up planning my wedding like so many other little girls. I didn't even really have a big enough wedding that required much planning when I did get married. I knew really knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. I couldn't focus on it. It seemed either so far off it wasn't possible and could never exist, or I just knew there were so many possibilities and I knew I would change so much between now and then that it wasn't worth worrying about now. I'll never know, and I don't need to. But those memories of what I thought I wanted to be or who I thought I was seem so fresh, like it really was just yesterday. But then I run through the events on the timeline of life and years and years go by...and I am then looking in the mirror at this:
I don't know how it happened. I don't know why it happened. But it did, and it's beautiful. It floors me just about every time I look at them. We miss you Dad! Thank you for the best two parts of my life :)
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