Remember the Time We Got Married?

 This is what it looked like:

A few more pictures and lots more words after the jump.

I have such an awful time living in the moment, I am always thinking about what is coming next or what should be coming next. Because of this tendency and just because it seemed like the best idea, we had a little party for our wedding the night before we were married instead of after the temple. On our wedding day we had a relaxing morning, headed to the temple in the afternoon, were sealed together, then took a couple pictures and we were on our way. We wanted to have the momentum lead to the temple instead of to a party; I wanted to set-up things so that I could live in the moment of the temple ceremony. It was a wonderful day. The whole weekend was so perfect. Family and friends were all together, the weather was great it really was a wonderful weekend; I wanted it to move in slow motion. 

When we were walking into the room where we were to be married I felt an overwhelming, undeniable confirmation of how much I loved Jeff and wanted to marry him. I felt more confident about this than anything else I have done, which was nice because it was a really big, life changing decisions. This confirmation was so strong I started to cry and didn't stop until I was married and back in the dressing rooms. I blubbered and cried the whole way through, barely looking at anyone because it was too much to take in. After we were married my mom hugged me and, with a little mischievous twinkle in her eye said, "It is a good thing you didn't cry so much and get your face all red and blotchy... oh wait you did." She smiled at me and hugged me again, we giggled a bit with me still feeling such overwhelming love and happiness that I barely cared about my blotchy face. But, I loved my mom for trying to tease a bit to help break all the intense flood of emotion. It only kinda worked, it was just an emotionally intense day. 

I stood hugging everyone else while holding tight to Jeff's hand and fighting back more floods of happiness tears. My dad grabbed me and whispered in my ear "are you in the moment now?" I was. 

I wish that perfect day had taught me to be perpetually in the moment but it hasn't. I try everyday to think less about my plan and more about my now. I am getting a little better at moment living, but it is a process. Anyway, that day was wonderful but every day after has been pretty good too. 

In fact I am trying to have everyday be My Best Day So Far, have you ever read of this book? Have you ever even heard of it? I have, read it and heard of it. I will tell you about it. 

First thing you need to know is that George Durrant, author of said book, sealed us that day in the temple.