I was reminded on Sunday that I was eating waffles for breakfast 7 years ago on the morning of my first wedding. Thank you Facebook.
I can get snotty about it, but I don't mean to be. I didn't actually need the reminder anyway. It's not an easy thing to forget. It's not supposed to be. And the feelings aren't sad or angry, they're just silly. It's a few little pangs of feeling foolish and embarrassed remembering who I was then.
Quickly, I smile at that girl, shake my head, and want to give her a big hug. She's come a long way. And that is something to celebrate. That marriage is even something to celebrate. It's part of it, this life of mine. This life that I love.
In that spirit, I'd like to celebrate this anniversary, that marriage, the transformation it made possible, the girl I was then who became the girl I am now, and time—relentless healing force that she is. I realize next year on this anniversary, I will be as many years removed from that marriage as I was in it. Oh sweet time.
You can celebrate with me by taking a stroll down memory lane. I wrote my divorce story to celebrate transformation and celebrate what getting married and then getting unmarried taught me.
You can read or re-read here.