weddings do make such happy memories. i will always look at the photos of our big day with a feeling of nostalgia. all the planning and preparations, the relatives and friends who gathered……
i remember the day so well, getting up really early to start my preparations with rain drops lightly tapping my window in taal vista. but no amount of stress could shake me that day. every inconvenience (as all weddings are bound to have some) didn’t really matter. and in the end, everything fell into place.
so what happened next?
surprisingly, the next few days after the wedding went on as if a flawless continuation of our lives before. a smooth transition into…..well….. us now!
come with us as we journey the path after the wedding bells……
my favorite poet could not have said it any better…..
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.