Page 91 of Accidentally Perfect

Laney

Does time really mean anything? You can know someone all your life and that person can do one thing and completely knock you on your ass. By just one action what you knew of that person can totally be thrown out the window. Do feelings need time to develop, is love something that builds over time or is it instant? Does time really matter? I know it didn’t for me, at least.

Today marks the one-year anniversary of Nathan and I being married. A marriage out of stupid spontaneity turned out to be the best leap of faith I’ve ever taken. He is my sure thing, my rock, and I know he will always be by my side and will never let me fall. I love that man with those honey eyes more than life itself. I am who I am because of him, and he is who he is because of me. We are each other's better half; just ask anyone we know.

Anthony Nathaniel, came into this world on a stormy spring day. I barely arrived at the hospital before our son made his entrance. Ever since he was born, he’s been eager to take on life. He never misses a beat with his eyes always flitting about taking everything in. A spitting image of his father, he has his big sisters wrapped around his chubby little fingers.

“Are you just about ready?” Stella asks from the doorway of the guest bedroom at the estate.

Today is our anniversary and to celebrate, Nathan has surprised me with a renewal ceremony of our vows.

I look at myself in the full-length mirror. Nathan had a silver, champagne and pink dress designed for me to wear today. The top is a silver tank with a plunging neckline encrusted with crystals. The silver fades to champagne around my torso and then flows to pink throughout the skirt. He has paired it with pink and crystal-studded heels. The girls are sporting their flower girl dresses of lace and long tulle.

He recruited both Natalie and Stella to be my bridesmaids, where Troy and Brad have been picked to be his groomsmen. Nathan and Brad have come a long way. “I’m ready.”

The ceremony is taking place at our home, the Whitmore Family Estate. That was our Christmas gift from Natalie. With Nathan getting the girls each their own horse for the holidays, our ever growing family and the fact that construction of Nathan’s House is almost complete next door, it was her wish that we move the family there. The kids have the room to run, play and to just be kids. She was happy to take Nathan up on his offer for her to move into the penthouse. We made the decision for Brad to move into my house so that the girls don’t lose their first home.

The backyard is decorated beautifully with hues of soft pinks, dusty rose, and champagne. This is the ceremony that I've always wanted. I hear the wedding march start to play, and the doors open without fail. Our guests stand to greet me, and a smile tugs at my lips. Through the crowd, my eyes land on the one person I will never get tired of looking for. Nathan stands at the end of the isle, holding our son. He is my love, my forever, my accidentally perfect.