So the big day is quickly approaching. Hard to believe the proposal was four months ago and here we are, already. We are having a very small somewhat unconventional wedding and I love our arrangements. What I cannot fathom is how some folks handle a large endeavor. We are having a very small group and there are still seemingly a zillion things to consider. Flowers and food and desserts, oh my! I tell ya another thing, the wedding business is BIG business. I have found myself in stores lingering over crap I had no idea even existed. A month ago I couldn’t have spelled “boutonniere” if you held an ice pick to my temple.
John has been a champ though and I think here, at 3 days out, we’re almost all set. It seems somewhat surreal, really. I never really thought I’d ever get married. Rocketman and I joked about it during the course of our relationship, but it was more of a “what if” than a “when”. It never seemed like an actual possibility, I suppose.
What’s amazing is that when John re-entered my life, it wasn’t a question at all. It was an unspoken natural plan. We literally never really had a conversation about getting married, we both just seemed to know that one day we would – and now that day is almost here. A day almost twenty-two years in the making. I found a quote recently that reads; “we always believe our first love is our last, and our last our first”. In our case it’s ironically true. We took different paths for over two decades but in the end they had the same destination. I’d like to believe that we all end up exactly where we are supposed to be, eventually. I also believe that we are where we are at the time we’re supposed to be there.
So this weekend I’m going to stand by John’s side and promise to love him and his daughters for the rest of my life. This is the time in our lives that this was supposed to happen. This is where all of the roads led. You know what else? This is exactly where I am supposed to be.