Remembering It as Ours

I have been thinking back on our wedding day more often lately, not in a sharp or vivid way, but in a soft, drifting one. The kind of remembering that comes when something has already settled into you.

It was not perfect. There were small imperfections, moments that did not go exactly as planned, and details that could have been smoother. But none of that feels important now. What I remember most is the feeling of it being ours. The way the day held us without needing to impress anyone.

There was a steadiness to it. A sincerity. The words spoken by Wedding Minister Amy Miller landed gently and stayed. The kind of presence that makes a moment feel grounded instead of performative.

I do not remember the day as a spectacle. I remember it as a beginning that felt honest. A promise made without noise. A day that did not need to be flawless to be meaningful.

It was ours, completely, and that is what lingers.