When my boyfriend proposed, I knew wholeheartedly it was the best day of my life.
Even still, I believed nothing would compare to our wedding day—and as I walked down the aisle, I held my breath when I saw him, my husband.
And everyone said it was the most important day of our entire lives. To this day, though I’ve attended and photographed countless weddings, I still believe ours was the most beautiful.
But it wasn’t the most important day of our lives. Not even close.
That day would come three years later, when after weeks of fighting and months of some of the deepest hardships we would look at each other and know we don’t feel what we used to—but we’re not going anywhere.