There was a time in my life when I wholeheartedly believed that finding “the one” would fix everything. That my prince charming would sweep me off my feet and make every insecurity and addiction disappear. Over the years I realized the naivety of this belief, yet there was still a part of me that believed, or maybe hoped, that having a ring on my finger would make every other struggle in my life vanish.
I’m here to say that this is 100% not the case.
I’d learned well before meeting Ryan that being in a relationship would never fix my problems. No man would ever come along and miraculously make my trauma disappear. However, there were, and always will be, men who try to convince women that they are indeed the answer to all of their issues. It’s these men who reinforce codependency and lead their partners even deeper into the pits.
One of the reasons I fell in love with Ryan to begin with was because he never tried to be my cure-all. He’s supported and encouraged me from the beginning, but has never pretended to be able to “fix” me. Instead, he has loved me through relapses, grief, insecurities, depression, anxiety & nightmares. To explain a bit more, this is part of the little speech that I gave at our reception:
“I’d never ever been the one to make the first move, or say those three little words first, but I did. He was different, he is different. He is my knight in shining armor, but not because he saved me. But because for the last three years he has challenged me to save myself and continues to be my support and my best friend… The point is, he is not like anyone I’ve ever known, and I cannot believe that I’m lucky enough to call him my husband.”
It’s been difficult for me figuring out this whole “wife” thing. I have the same, if not more, unconditional love and support from my husband, but I’ve been struggling. I think I’m trying too hard to identify who I am as a “wife.” I’m still me. I’m still the same woman who is learning to love herself, despite not necessarily liking what she sees in the mirror. I’m still the same woman who has claimed victory over some of her most aggressive demons. I’m still the same woman who is madly in love with Ryan Norton, and who is working so freaking hard, every day, to be a better human.
So here’s to marriage not fixing all of our problems, but to being able to celebrate the victories, big and little, with your permanent roommate. 👫
Resting, knowing that God has a plan.
He knows our tomorrows, and He understands the pain from our yesterdays.
Goodnight, from a thankful and anxious heart.
Love is a stranger’s smile
Love is a mother’s hug
Love is a father’s pride
Love is a brother’s high-five
Love is a sister’s support
Love is a grandmother’s encouragement
Love is a grandfather’s stories
Love is a mentor’s guidance
Love is a friend’s text
Love is a dog’s excitement
Love is a cat’s purr
Love is all the little things
Love is a good morning kiss
Love is soup when you’re sick
Love is flowers after a hard day
Love is judgement-free
Love is forgiveness when it hurts
Love is accepting without understanding
Love is all of this and so much more
Love is love
& Love is all around us
It is pretty incredible how much goes into planning a wedding. We focused on that one day in August for over a year. There was no energy wasted thinking about what it would be like to come home, back to a reality, after 21 days of a whirlwind of pre-wedding week activities, the actual wedding, and then the honeymoon.
Let me tell you, it was weird. It seems that I’ve been in a daze since we got home. A combination of “is this actually real life” and “what do I stress about now?”
I’ve been Mrs. Norton for over a month, but I’m just now starting to settle into this “Wife” role. Maybe once we get the Thank You notes sent out it’ll feel a bit more solidified, hehe.
All of this to say, hi there. We’re alive, and loving this journey forward as husband and wife. Happy to report that there actually is life on the other side of a wedding. For awhile there, I thought everything would kind of stand still after August 18th. 😏
Wedding Day. It’s surreal, I can’t believe today is the day that I marry the love of my life. In less than six hours we will commit to each other for life.
It rained this morning, and I got super anxious. Then I got a text from Ryan that said “blue sky baby” with a photo of the sun peeking through the clouds, and my anxiety went away immediately.
No matter the weather- I marry my best friend today, and I couldn’t be more thankful.
We are having a small, simple, intimate wedding. We wish we could have invited everyone, but we will continue the celebration at home.
I’m currently surrounded by the women who have supported me through life, as well as the new additions to our family. I’ve never felt so much love in one place.
Thank you Jesus, thank you to our families and friends. We are so incredibly blessed. ❤️
I don’t usually describe 104° days as “beautiful,” but lately I’m realizing that I really need to change my perspective on some things. As I was walking into work this morning with the sun not yet making an appearance, I heard the birds singing. It seemed surreal to me that they were chirping when the stars were still shining. But honestly, I needed them this morning. I leave for work at 4:00am, and it’s a lonely way to start each day; I even have to wake my dog up to give her breakfast!
But today, the birds’ chorus was a really lovely reminder to look (or listen) for the light in dark places, and find beauty in the ordinary.
Happy Monday! ❤️