Andrea and I have been married for almost 4 years now but it seems like ages since we said our vows in front of all our families and friends, and even longer if I think about all the preparations we put in assembling the whole ceremony.

We were 24 years old when we decided to tie the knot, about 3-4 years younger than we imagined ourselves to be when we got married. It was a conscious and mutual decision we made after finding out that andrea had polycystic ovaries. We realized that we love each other so much – so much so that we were ready to start living our dreams of being husband and wife, of starting our own family, so much that we were not about to take the risk of letting cysts get in the way of creating a perfect family.

And now four years after, we’re happy to have made that decision. Now, four years after, we’re 28 (the age we imagined ourselves to be when we approach the altar) and although we’ve lost our supposed-to-be second baby, we’ve managed to build ourselves a family that we’re proud and lucky to be part of.

Now, four years after, it’s time for our friends and batchmates to tie the knot. It is, at least for our generation, the age of weddings, the age of tuxedo vests, barongs, white gowns and formal dresses. Now, 4 years after, it is our friends’ time to feel what it’s like to make the decision we’ve made 4 years ago.