While the ceremony was quite lovely, the weather was not. It was around 50 degrees and misting non-stop. You know, the kind of mist that gets you soaking wet but doesn’t show up on the forecast? Yep, our outdoor ceremony was a bit damp.
It didn’t matter that I was 32 weeks pregnant, cold, and wet.
It didn’t matter that so many times I wanted to quit. That over the course of my studies I was beat down and exhausted and just plain ready for a break.
What mattered was that in this moment, all of those exhausting days were over. I had accomplished something that seemed impossible.