I realized today that yesterday, March 23rd, was our "engagement anniversary." One year ago it was Easter & I spent the 3-day weekend with Tiffany in NYC, watching March Madness. When John picked me up from the airport that Sunday night, he took me to the drive-thru at Wendy's & proposed to me in my apartment. I can't believe that was one year ago. I can't believe in the past year, I've gotten engaged, bought a house, got married, honeymooned in Mexico, got a dog & finished 4 graduate level classes.
John & I dated for 4 years. I spent a good portion of that time wanting to be married, wanting to buy a house... It's amazing that, in what feels like the blink of an eye, I got everything I wanted.
Am I happy? Unbelievably so. I never thought I'd be married. Not because I didn't want to, but more because I didn't think I'd ever meet anyone that I wanted to marry or that wanted to marry me. I met John when I was in my late twenties. I remember thinking, "God, I'm almost 30. Let's get this show on the road!" In hindsight, I'm glad we dated for so long before we got married. We know each other extremely well & have adjusted to married life fairly seamlessly.
I guess my point is a lot can change in a year. One minute you're wishing for something you think you're never going to have & the next thing you know, you have all of that plus some.