Most people have stories of the best day of their lives, which includes winning a championship, getting married, landing a dream job, closing on a large home, meeting someone famous and the most popular one-the birth of your children. Well, I’ve spent all of my adult life helping other people to chase their dreams and experience their best days of their lives. But I finally know what it feels like to join those people who have a story about “the best day of their life“.
I’ve done some really cool things in my life-I’ve traveled to some beautiful places, I have met many famous people, I have even completed a half marathon and lived to tell about it! I’ve owned houses and I have been blessed with having wonderful jobs with fantastic coworkers who became lifelong friends. Even, the celebration of losing 130 pounds was a pretty good day! I missed out on that event of being pregnant, having a baby, knowing what it feels like to hold your child for the first time and ever having somebody call me mom. And still, all in all, the package of my life has been exemplary!
But on my 44th birthday, I had the extraordinary experience of the best day of my life. I orchestrated an entire day which was filled with people who took time out of their lives to come and share this event with us. One of my favorite things to do in life is to visit with friends and family and this day was set up for exactly that experience. People from various avenues of our lives gathered together, in a mule barn no doubt, to spend the day eating some delicious food and to come celebrate an event with us. And while it was amazing to be surrounded by all the people who love us most, that was not what made it the best day of my life.
The absolute best portion of the day was when my dad looked at me and said “Are you ready?“ And I took his arm and he walked me down the path. The most spectacular man in the entire world was going to hand his most precious gift over to the most handsome man I’ve ever laid my eyes on. While we were walking down the pathway towards my future husband, even said to my dad “Isn’t he so handsome?“
When we reached the stage it was official-I was experiencing the best day of my life! I was standing in front of the only person whom I have completely and totally trusted. He had tears running down his face, just merely from seeing me walk down the aisle to him. I didn’t even glance out at the audience. As far as I was concerned, we were the only two people on the planet (well, except for my brother who was the officiant—who called me by the wrong name-LOL). As I pledged my love and made promises to him, tears still flowed. And then, when it was his turn for the vows- he was struggling to get the words out. Emotions were pouring! And they were legit emotions. Not, just going through the motions- not just repeating words- but solemn promises! This man loves me. In that exact moment, I didn’t care about my back fat or my double chins or any imperfection I normally highlight in my mind. This man was speaking to my heart, from his heart. My appearance didn’t matter to him, never has. And the feeling in my soul at that exact moment is the greatest high I’ve ever felt in my life. I never want to go one day without remembering how much Dale Perry loves me.
When he calls me ‘sweetheart’ it truly is because he thinks that my heart is sweet. When he reaches for my hand, he wants to be as close to me as possible. He works to make every day easy for me. Me, and just me. I am enough for him. His happiness is wrapped up in my life. And while the best day of my life was on my 44th Birthday, our wedding day—he continues to strive to make tomorrow an even better day for me than today!