How is it already the last week of March?? It seems like it was just January, and winter was beating down our doors, and now…now spring is upon us, the days are gloriously longer, and our wedding is fast approaching. Just over 2 months away now. 68 days. I’m looking at my calendar now and the bridal shower extravaganza begins begins next Friday. It seems unreal. It all just seems so unreal to me. In a good way, of course! I’m so very blessed and thankful, not only for the amazing man that I get to marry in 68 days, but for the friends and family who are going above and beyond to throw showers and parties and such for us.
I keep thinking how I want our day to hurry up and get here. How I can’t wait to be his wife, and how much fun our adventure honeymoon in Costa Rica is going to be. Then I blink and we’re another week closer. I remember when we set the wedding date I thought that eight months was going to be forever and I just couldn’t stand the thought of waiting that long. People told me the time would fly by, and I just didn’t believe them. And now here we are, 6 months later, and it really has flown by. Of course there were times when it still felt like forever. And every day I still wish it was already June 6th. But it hasn’t been quite as torturous a wait as I dreaded it to be.
I spent part of the day yesterday going through the boxes of wedding “stuff” that has overtaken our office and guest room, and consolidated it into one room at least. Invitations, favors, wedding party gifts, groomsmen ties, table cloths, vases, etc. Each item that I pulled out made it seem more and more real. This is really happening. This girl is living her fairy tale and finally getting her happy ending. I’ve waited a long time, been through a lot of wrong turns, and endured a lot of heart break…but I would do it all over again if it led me to where I am right now. I used to feel so sorry for myself, and wonder why. Why did all these bad and hurtful things have to happen to me? But, as I’ve gotten older I’ve realized…God had a plan. Not to make me suffer out of meanness or malice, but for me to go through the trials that I have in my life in order to learn from them and to be prepared for the time when my happiness would finally arrive.
And arrive it did. March 1st, 2013 my whole world changed. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying a person is the single source of happiness for someone else, but when you find the right person, it makes life in general a happier experience. It makes those mundane, everyday tasks of life a little easier to deal with, because you know there is something better waiting for you at the end of the day. Someone that loves you, that makes you smile, and that makes all those little moments mean so much more. Does that mean that life is perfect or that there are never unhappy moments? Of course not. I don’t think anyone has that here on Earth. But it means that there are more of those happy days than there were before. And that even when the days aren’t so great, you have someone by your side to help you through them. To hug you tight and hold you close and tell you that it will all be ok. And it will be.
I’ve witnessed a lot of relationships and marriages, both good and bad. I’ve seen people hold onto the wrong ones and stay in the bad ones. And my heart hurt for them. But I’ve also seen the good ones. The couples that are so in love and so in sync and so…right. And those are the ones who gave me hope for all the years that I was going through the wrong ones. They gave me hope that one day I would find the guy that would love me for just being me, with all my faults and imperfections. And that, my friends, is exactly who I’ve found. Do we agree on everything? Heck no!! But the important things, yes. Now, my love for sugary treats will likely be one of those things we agree to disagree on, because try as he might, he just can’t sway me on that one. But I love him for trying, because he just wants me healthy and around for a long time. Moderation, I tell him. It’s all about moderation! He’ll roll his eyes when he reads this and probably shake his head in mock-disgust. But he loves me anyway. And being able to say that, without a doubt in my mind, is a wonderful thing. Unconditional love is something not everyone is blessed to find. It’s a choice we make with our hearts, our minds, and our souls. It’s a love given from God to his children, that we can only strive to emulate.