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  • Sarah Swindell

And So it Begins

Updated: Dec 7, 2018


Our FIRST wedding day, March 21, 1993

I stood looking into the mirror of the marble covered bathroom in our hotel suite at the Beach Club Resort on the Disney World property in Orlando, Florida. Hot rollers were piled on my head, and my new Ann Taylor cream colored dress was hanging on the door behind me with the tags still attached. My new matching pumps sat neatly in their box, and on the counter sat the pearl earrings my sister-in-law let me borrow from her wedding the year before.

I was 23, and about to get married for the second time. I had just graduated beauty school and started a new job in a posh Houston salon that I loved. Hayley was a beautiful and happy three-year-old, with big brown eyes and a sweet disposition that easily captured everyone's heart. We had just moved out of my brothers three bedroom apartment, and into our very own when I met Greg for the first time.


As I stood there in the bathroom, I couldn’t help but think how much my life had changed in the last two months, and tried to absorb what was about to happen. It all felt like a fairytale dream that I never wanted to wake up from. I felt like Cinderella, and I was about to marry my prince who was waiting in the very next room, about to make me his wife.


In the six, short weeks of dating, I was completely and totally swept off my feet. Greg was like a celebrity around town, and we received star treatment everywhere we went together. People would stop him in the mall for an autograph or picture, or come up to our table at a restaurant just to shake his hand and wish him luck for the up coming baseball season. Even with all of the attention he was getting, he made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered. The only person he wanted to give any of his attention too was me, and I was loving every sweet second of it. We were crazy in love, but the best part for me, was that he had fallen in love with Hayley as well.


Six or seven weeks after our first date, he came into the salon where I was working and pulled me aside by the soda machine. He took my hands into his, which seemed to have a nervous sweat starting to form on them, and pulled out a tiny black velvet box. He slowly opened it, and inside was the most beautiful diamond ring I had ever seen. He looked at me without saying a single word, but with tears in his eyes. I looked up at him and said, “Is this?” and without letting me finish my thought, he nodded his head with a yes.


I still smile when I think about that moment. He never really asked me to marry him, it was just understood by both of us that he did. I was so in love it was almost too scary to allow my self to even feel it. We both felt it, and our love story took off like a rocket ship.


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