Our first date started with Ben canceling on me, so naturally our [second] first date started with me purposefully being about 45 minutes late. Surprisingly, he patiently waited and greeted me like a perfect gentleman. It ended with us shutting down the restaurant, and me telling a girlfriend – I don’t know what this is, but it’s something.
Two years later, I’m standing on a bridge in front of the Eiffel Tower with the man that had always said he would never propose in Paris (despite my counter argument of how that is almost every girl’s dream). Fully prepared to not live out that dream – a few moments later, I’m no longer a girlfriend, but a Fiancée.
After two wedding cancellations, the third time really was the charm. I had the perfect dress, the perfect man, and against all odds of the last year, the one thing I could not control – perfect weather. The picture perfect ending and beginning.
My only wish is that wearing my wedding dress again (and again) was socially acceptable!