One week ago today, I married the right person.
I am so at peace knowing this for sure. For all the worrying and dating and agonizing and waiting and over-analyzing of every relationship decision I ever made (and I made several wrong ones) this might be the greatest relief of my life; to know beyond any doubt that I chose the right husband.
I knew we were compatible before he proposed, I confidently said my vows before God and many witnesses at our ceremony, but then on the day we got home to Wheaton my heart nestled into a place of incredible security that we did not err on this decision to be married and the vows we made to stay together until death separates us.
I am Tim's wife, and I was never supposed to belong to anyone else.