Married Bliss
December 21, 2017. The day I officially said YES to the man I have been married now for the last seven months. I never thought that this time would come rather so quickly. To some, I might have entered married life a little bit too late, but like I always said each time somebody asks me why I have not settled yet is..."this is not a race". When it is the right time for things to happen...the universe will conspire and make it happen. Everything will just fall into the right place and you will feel it right to the bottom of your being that it is indeed the right time.
Unlike most love stories, ours was not exactly the usual one.
This year, at the height of the traditional Christmas/Winter season, I found my self in the exact unexpected bare shouldered romance that December calls for. I first met my husband four months earlier that year and it was just a casual event where we both happen to be in the same place. My grandfather knew him from where he used to work and that day, I had been dragged out of bed to go with the grandparents to the thrift store where my nan loves to go. Still in my pajamas and my hair tied up in a messy bun, I hesitantly go and try to put on a happy face. I had only had my cup of tea that morning and I stepped into the car in my fuzzy slippers thinking so less of how I looked as I knew I would not be getting out of the car. ( something that I don't usually do) So there we are at the store, minding our own business and as we were loading stuff into the car, grandpa Jim said he wanted me to meet someone that he used to work with. He was getting ready to get in to his car and decided to come by us as my grandpa called him. He was wearing a thin stripped dark blue long sleeved shirt and a pair of blue jeans. His hair was a color of light brown or so I thought as the bright rays of the sun striked against his head as it was a beautiful Saturday morning. As he started to approach us, I thought...Great! now I'm going to have to be in this conversation and I would much rather just go home. Apparently, it was too late for that to my dismay. He was a gentleman and reached out his hand while he introduced himself. He said he was just celebrating his 30th birthday the day before and so we all wished him a happy birthday. We both exchanged names and more pleasantries and he asked if he could give me his number and maybe give him a call. Trying to be polite, I took my phone out of my pocket and pretended to get his number knowing that I probably would not consider the idea. For some reason that number did not end up being saved on my phone. Then we all said good bye and left. Little did I know that in the next four months I will spend the rest of my life with that man. Think about the universe and all its glory conspiring and making things happen!
Anyways, it was not until three months after that meeting that grandpa had found a way to get in touch with him and asked him if he wanted to drop by the house to give me a visit. I honestly did not expect to see this man again until one evening he showed up in our doorstep with a single red rose in his hand. After that night, everything was history and every time I think of it, yes it may have been a whirlwind romance but it is my very own romantic whirlwind.
I must say I am enjoying the classically flingy qualities of a fast romance and my fling had just learned an alternative term: a comet. Someone that springs into your life quickly and hotly, but unlike a comet, it is there to stay...for good. The best part of that comet for me, is its visiting nature. When it is in your view, there are all sorts of heart-eyes and attention admirations and swoons and when you hear it swishing across your orbit again, it's all very exciting and everything lights up immediately.
Now seven months into our marriage, I am still in awe that after everything that has happened, I am so lucky to have found the love of my life and the person i am going to spend the rest of my life with.
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