February 18th, 2012.
God brought John into my life and I couldn’t feel more blessed.
Never in my life did I ever think I would meet someone who loves me almost as much as he loves Jesus… and Carolina Football.
3 days till I’m a wife.
I haven’t slept much, there’s too much to do, not enough time, and I’m tired. Very tired.
But I couldn’t be happier and I couldn’t be more grateful.
But I wanted to take this opportunity to give a shout out to the people who have helped me so much.
My amazing sister, my bridesmaids, my family, my friends, my church community, my future in-laws, and my fiance.
I am the luckiest.
xoxo,
Molly
We got our marriage license last week.
Learned a lot about the legal process of getting married last week.
Did you know that FIRST COUSINS can marry in North Carolina? Gross.
Sorry, that’s gross.
Moving on.
When we were in the waiting room while the nice clerk got our paperwork ready, I wandered (as I’m often want to do), and stumbled upon the room with all of the marriage license records.
I got curious so I started opening the oldest files I could find.
The thing I loved was reading the signatures of couples from as far back as the 1700s and wondering what their lives were like then. More importantly, I thought of their marriages.
I had questions:
Did their marriage last?
How many kids did they have?
How old were they when they married?
What struggles did they have?
What kinds of dates did they go on?
Did they love their in-laws?
Did they fight over the remote Shakespeare plays?
But most importantly, I thought about their love for each other. Love is something that translates through time and it was fun for me to imagine what their love stories were like.
Although, I did love to imagine a duel of some sort… that the husband won the wife in an epic sword fight or something.
Or that she had super long hair like Rapunzel and the husband had to climb up it to ask for her hand in marriage.
Yeah, I’m weird like that. Sue me.
xoxox,
Molly
Four days. That’s right. FOUR days from now, I’m getting married.
People keep asking me if I’m ready or how I’m feeling.
The answer is: I’m ready.
Sure, I’m stressed and nervous and excited and not sleeping and all the of things you could imagine. It’s a huge deal.
But mostly, I’m excited and ready to marry my best friend.
I know that’s cliche, but it’s true. John is my best friend.
My big sister (from my sorority) Ashley sent me this beautiful necklace in the mail today as a gift… and on the necklace it says “AGAPE.”
Now, the official definition of agape is that it’s the Greek word for love. But in Christianity, agape is symbolic of God’s love for humanity. It’s an unconditional, no-holds-barred, I-will-die-for-you-and-do-anything-for-you-no-matter-what, kind of love.
Agape is a love that no matter how hard we try, we as humans, will never be able to achieve because we are too imperfect and too selfish in nature to achieve that level of all-consuming, all-encompassing, all-forgiving love.
However, I plan to spend the rest of my life working to have that kind of agape love for my husband.
He’s worth it enough for me to try.
xoxo,
Molly
