Scott and I got married May 16th, 2015 (or 5.16.15 – palindrome!) in my hometown of Charlotte, North Carolina. One of my oldest friends, Sarah, was our officiant. Scott’s cousin Josh and his wife Megan were our best man and matron of honor, respectively.
I’m an only child and always wanted a mess of brothers and sisters. Now I have a sister-in-law, and since Scott’s mom and her sister spent holidays and family vacations together, Scott’s cousins are more like siblings. It’s a close-knit, tight family, and I’m grateful to be one of the newest additions.
Surprisingly – or perhaps not – the Justice family fits in pretty dang well. Our rehearsal dinner was his family and mine, and it felt normal. Everything felt right at home.
Scott and I’ve had our ups and downs. Heck, when you’ve been together for over eight years, you’ll have your share of highs and lows. But in the last couple of years, we’ve really hit our stride. Things feel right and wonderful.
I’d heard that something changes in your relationship when you get married and I wasn’t sure what to expect. Would it feel different? We’ve been together for over eight years. We’ve considered ourselves a family for a while now. We were already sharing a life together, planning a future together. But it does change. I felt invincible and infinite, and that with this man, I could do anything. I could be the best version of myself.
Forever feels pretty great.