One year ago today, we stood under a Sycamore tree in front of our closest family and friends and said we do. I can still see the faces of our family and friends and the tears in my mother and father’s eyes. I can hear the music, feel the ocean breeze and warm sunlight kiss my face and I feel that same indescribable fullness when I see the man at the end of the aisle, ready to take my hand.
It still amazes me. The act of marriage is something that I’m, quite literally, in awe of. To take someone with all their faults and love and accept them just as they are – to commit your life to that person through all life’s ups and downs - to grow with them and let them grow to all they can become is something I find completely extraordinary and I feel unbelievably blessed to be happily married to my very best friend in this whole wide world.
One year down of a lifetime together, Mr. Hallmark. I count myself as the luckiest girl in the world to call myself a Harkov. Happy Anniversary, Mr. H!
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