Photo source: unknownI am twenty-two today.
And I am three days away from becoming a Mrs. It's Thursday night and almost everyone I love and cherish is in town for our Saturday wedding. I spent the day visiting with family and friends and thinking how wonderful it was to have everyone together at the same time. I am happy. Elated. After so much excitement and final wedding preparation we return to my Mom's house where I suffer my first and only anxiety attack. A few of us were sitting around talking when I lost my breath. The world was closing in. I felt like my sundress was smothering me. Complete and total panic, arms flailing, pulling at my chest. Luckily I've never experienced that again. Pre-wedding jitters??
At almost 29, it's hard to believe I was a bride at twenty-two. At the time I felt old enough, grown. When I say it now, I realize how young twenty-two really is. But when you know....you know. Seven years later, still mad for him :)