I recently got engaged to the best man I know. I feel extremely lucky. It’s not a surprise, to be honest. We’ve been talking about marriage for a long time. I just didn’t know when it would happen. But when it did, I was caught off guard, and it was perfect the way he did it.
We were in Banff, Alberta, Canada. We like to take a cold vacation every year, and boy did this one deliver. At the coldest, it was -2° F (-19° C), which was a first for me. I had never been in weather so bitterly cold that it hurt to breathe. But despite the cold, we still managed to get out and enjoy the beauty of the Canadian Rockies. We saw loads of frozen lakes, frozen waterfalls, frozen rivers, wildlife… we ate Canadian food, which is not unlike American food, but it is more in touch with the wilderness. We treated ourselves to expensive meals, tours, activities and maple cream cookies. It was an active trip.
In the end, I know I can look forward to being with my best friend for life. It’s been a strange feeling. Partly feels the same, but also feels weird to be on this side of a relationship. A lot of my anxiety actually has more to do with the ceremony and wedding than the actual marriage. In a lot of ways we’ve been “married” for a while. We’re open about our finances together, make decisions together and support each other in every aspect. We’ve had a lot of ups and downs, and I’m just not convinced anyone else can love me as fully and unconditionally the way he does. He tries so hard to make our life good, and I can’t take that for granted.
Ok, here are some photos: