This year, in June, will be our tenth wedding anniversary.
It will also be our only anniversary when my wedding dress will fit again.
I will be around a week more pregnant than I was then.
I took the details on life for granted and focused on the big things.
I wanted marriage. I wanted children.
I have both.
I dream of redoing our wedding one day.
I hated our wedding. Not the bit that mattered. The I do.
Just everything else.
Because none of it was my dreams. None of it was how I pictured it. How I wanted it. What I would have chosen.
And I’m ungrateful.
Because I hated it.
& I still do.
I dream one day we’ll redo it.
It won’t happen.
But it’s a nice dream.