On February 28th, 2019, I married the love of my life at our local courthouse. The stress and pressure of planning our destination wedding has been immense, but this day was so casual, intimate and sweet. From start to finish the day was absolutely perfect and full of so much love.
This has been on my heart to share for a couple weeks as people kept asking us why we were getting married three months before our destination wedding. Our most common response was, “You have to get married in the United States before your destination wedding, and courthouse weddings only happen during the week. Andrew had a random Thursday off of his crazy schedule, so we picked that day.” That entire statement is true, but why three months before the “actual” wedding celebration? I’ll get there, I promise.
Ever since I was in high school, I wanted to find someone who would stick by my side. Not because they had to, but because they wanted to. Life had taught me that people always leave. Friends, family, my own father… People were always leaving and I felt so alone.
I know, I know, so many of you despise this holiday, but if I’m being honest, I love it. From the silly Valentine’s day boxes and cards in elementary school to coming up with something extra special for my future husband, I’ve always found the holiday charming.
This one is for all the hearts out there wondering if love will ever find them. I want to share my story (thus far) with you. Not to cheer on my own happy, new beginning, but to give you a glimpse into the REAL side of my life & love.
If you have been following along for awhile on my Instagram account @thoughtfullythrifted you have probably read some of my vague posts about me having to sell my house and downsize to an apartment.