The very best kind of pain

I remember only one thing from my aunt Marci's wedding- she said "I'm smiling too much. My cheeks are killing me!" And that always stuck with me. I knew someday I would get married and maybe, if I was lucky, my cheeks would hurt just like Aunt Marci's. I found this picture today:

Taken maybe 5 minutes after walking out of the temple doors with my new hubby! My wish came true. I feel so blessed to have a husband that can make my cheeks hurt from happiness every day.