Exactly 2 years ago, on December 2nd, I received these beautiful flowers from the man that would be my future husband. We had only been talking for a few weeks when he sent them, and I remember being totally speechless when I saw them… I mean, I had never gotten flowers from someone before, so how was I supposed to react?
This was the beginning of everything.
This was the moment I realized that I was going to start to give my heart away.
This was the day that I began to feel important to someone.
This was the beginning of everything.
I just remember getting the biggest smile on my face, staring stupidly at the delivery-guy, trying to figure out why someone 6,000 miles away from me would send me flowers.
Then he told me, “It’s because I’m going to marry you. I am, don’t laugh. I swear to you that I will either be at your wedding, or in it… If I’m at it, I’ll be sitting in the front row because you’re going to be my best friend. And if I’m in it, I’m going to be at the alter waiting for you.”
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