There were 317 days between the time that Tyler and I started dating until the time we said "I do." He was my best friend, the best guy I had ever known. He made me laugh and we never, ever fought (except the one time about kitchen towels.) I was so totally crazy over him, I hardly remember my junior year of college.
A few weeks before the wedding I wondered how I could feel so calm about such a major life decision. I was worried that I wasn't worried. What was wrong with me? Couldn't I feel the gravity of what we were about to do? Didn't I know what I was in for?
When I shared some of these worries with my mother-in-law, Tammy, she gave me some excellent advice.
"If you knew when you got on that bus heading to your first day of kindergarten all that would be in store for you in the next thirteen years of your life, you probably wouldn't do it. You wouldn't even be able to understand it. But you get on the bus and you go. There are good times, there are bad times. You just do it."
Those words resonated with me then. Five and a half years later, they bring a smile to my face. I had no idea what I was getting in to by becoming Mrs. Tankersley. I mean, honestly, I had barely scratched the surface of getting to know Tyler.
I couldn't look in to the future and see the fights, the tears, the struggles.
But I also couldn't look in to the future and see how miniscule those times would be compared to wonderful parts. The times when we think we may have to pull the car over because we are laughing so hard that whoever is driving can't see straight through the tears.
Or the times when we've anxiously waited for one another in the airport.
Or the times we've stayed up later and later because we just can't stop sharing our hearts.
Or the time that Tyler held my hand while I experienced the contraction after contraction that would eventually bring our sweet son into the world.
I had no idea what I was getting into. But if I did? I would have jumped on that bus in my white dress and headed straight to Tyler's arms. 317 days isn't very long. But it's long enough for two 21-year-old kids to choose the right one.
This post is a part of my series "31 Days of Lessons Learned". Check out the recap here.