I have never cried while reading a book. I cry about a wide variety of things ranging from extreme sadness to ultimate happiness, but never did I shed a tear while reading A Walk to Remember, Harry Potter, The Hunger Games, or Pride and Prejudice. The dry-eyed spell was broken as I finished the last two pages of “A Tale of Two Cities” by Charles Dickens. Never have I read such a moving, enthralling, and pressing story about human nature. The book captures every facet of each character, delving into their personalities, and intertwining each individual with the others, more than any other book I’ve read. The character development is phenomenal. The one that you least expect becomes the most selfless and altruistic person I’ve ever read about, and the weak become strong, as the strong become weak. A common quote from the book, aside from “It was the best of times, and it was the worst of times”, is the simple phrase
Recalled to Life
A broken man is saved from his misery and previous life, to start again, to start anew–therefore, he is recalled to life. Not that my life was horrible or bad before, by any means, but I feel that I have been recalled to life. I feel that I have started new, started fresh–and what better time than the New Year? Marriage has changed me, has changed my outlook on things, my responsibilities, my worries, and my strengths. I have been pushed to new heights by this man I call my husband, and I will forever be grateful for my number one cheerleader.
Although short, our engagement was one of the most exciting, stressful, and exhausting times of my life. Hundreds of times, I found myself wishing for November 4 to finally arrive so I wouldn’t have to wait any longer. I remember Cameron being so supportive and strong throughout the planning and crying, that I wouldn’t have been able to accomplish half of what I did without him. I’ve always known him to have great taste, but it was affirmed during this time because he chose the colors, the ring, his own suit, and a lot of the ideas for decorations. I was in school at the time, with countless sewing projects to do, all amidst making decorations for the wedding. Both my mother and mother-in-law were on speed dial as I stressed and worked through the fall semester. The Lord had his hand in all of this, because by the time November came along, I believed to have just about everything under control.
November 4, 2011 was undoubtedly life-changing. My eyes were opened to the wonder of spiritual things, and the assurance I felt of marrying this man was unforgettable. Never will I regret this decision. Never will I wish anything different, for marrying this man was the best decision I will ever make.
Our photos are coming this weekend, and I’ll be sure to add them next week. I LOVE MY NEW LIFE!
But first–HONEYMOONERS! We drove down to Las Vegas, NV and then from there went to Disneyland (my favorite place on earth). Here are some crazy pictures of our adventure.