Three years ago, I met Nick and he's an awesome person. After a few years of dating, we decided to
get married. I was situated in my life,
mature (sorta!) and I was ready to marry him.
I love him. We balance and enhance
each other and I knew that we would have a good life together (etc. etc.)
I wasn't nervous on our wedding day (except for a brief moment
right when I walked down the aisle) – in fact, I was excited to get the show on
the road! I was so happy we had so many
friends and family coming together to celebrate with us. And the day was truly perfect in my mind. Heck, I'd do it all over because it was so
much fun (parents be warned!). More
wedding stories to come, but this one is about our honeymoon….
So, after the wedding and the fabulous brunch at my parent's
house the next day, we drove back to DC and got ready to fly to the Greek Isles
the following day. As we were packing, it
hit me. PANIC. Oh my gosh, I just got freaking married and I'm
(for all intents and purposes) "stuck" with this man for the rest of
My heart started racing and I felt dizzy.
Nick and I hadn't lived together before so I'd never spent so much time
with this man. What if it was all a disaster?
What if….god forbid….I don't like him??
We're about to travel overseas together and spend EVERY waking,
sleeping, eating, breathing, plane hopping, layover sitting, airplane
turbulence experiencing, cranky tourist dodging, jet-lagged MOMENT together - and
what happens if I get sick of him after 2 days and wish it all never
happened?? I was having a total mental
Somehow I managed to muster the strength, get on the plane,
and start the journey with my new husband.
And so the story goes…he is AWESOME!
And once I let all the anxiety go and remember why I married him, I was
finally able to relax and enjoy the trip.
We spent 10 days laughing, eating, sleeping, basking, connecting, living
and enjoying life as newlyweds.