updated 04/02/2014 AT 5:00 PM ET
•originally published 04/03/2014 AT 12:05 PM ET
Please welcome back Rebekah Gregory! Rebekah and her fiancé, Pete DiMartino, will wed in Asheville, N.C., on April 4 in TheKnot.com’s Dream Wedding. The two had been dating just over a year when they were both injured in the April 2013 Boston Marathon Bombing. In the midst of their recovery, Pete, 29, proposed, and the rest is becoming history. In the weeks leading up to her wedding, Rebekah, 26, is blogging for PEOPLE.com about her recovery, her relationship and the wedding planning process. Follow her on Twitter @rebekahmgregory and visit her Facebook inspiration page.
My wedding week is officially here and it feels like we have been going nonstop. So it’s no surprise that it did not hit me until the other night that I am actually getting married. In just three days from now, I will vow to love one man for the rest of my life – whoa, that’s a pretty big deal, right?!
I guess it’s typical for all brides to reflect back on their lives a little bit during this time. And man, if you told me a year ago that I would be on my way to Asheville, N.C., to get hitched right now I would’ve sent you to a loony bin. But that’s the funny thing about life: You never can tell what it’s going to throw at you. And I have to say, it’s been a wild ride – but I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
In the last two years Pete and I have been tested beyond belief. Long distance from Texas to New York was already an uphill battle, but nothing prepares you for two bombs. Lying in the middle of Boylston Street with flesh hanging off your body and bones on the sidewalk, then with the months of being in the hospital and grueling recovery – I know for sure that Pete DiMartino has seen me at my absolute worst. If he still loves me after all that I’d say I better keep him around.
I’ll be the first to tell you that I’ve made a lot of mistakes when it comes to relationships. Whew. Sorry, guys. Therapists would probably chalk it up to my biological dad walking out on the family when I was 12. Whatever. The point is, I haven’t ever seen myself as a bride. I never really felt deserving of that title for some reason. In fact, I’ve always been a runner. Steering myself away from any long-term commitments. Maybe that’s why my legs got blown to pieces – so I couldn’t run anymore! (I kid, I kid.)