Someone asked me the other day if April was going to be a hard month for Pete and me. With the anniversary of the bombing quickly approaching on the 15th, it's hard not to reflect back to the events that changed our lives just shy of one year ago.
Reporters are trying to get their stories. Bostonians are lining up tribute ceremonies for the survivors (I still refuse to call anyone a victim). And everyone is preparing to go back to the spot where our world literally blew up in front of our eyes.
I would be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it. And I would be an even bigger liar if I said I hadn't cried about it. After all, I'm a human with emotions and my entire world changed in one day. I went from being independent in every aspect of my life to relying on someone else to do nearly everything for me. (That's a major deal if you're as stubborn as I am.)
But even with all of these thoughts trying to cloud my head, the month of April is and always will be so much more to me. Every year when this time comes, I will be celebrating another great year with the love of my life.
You see April 15 is in fact the anniversary of the bombing, but April 4 – that is my wedding day! And that will be what I remember most about the month of April every single year from here on out.
Courtesy The Knot
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