when you’re a girl,
you start thinking about your wedding day early on. there is so much tradition, beauty and fantasy (and fluff) surrounding the ceremony. some get so caught up in either trying to get married or the ceremony that who they’re marrying becomes secondary or sometimes not even thirdly or fourthly. i lived through a lot of that in my 20’s and 30’s.
i always knew i would get married. never thought i would be 40 before getting married for the first time. but in hindsight… i’m oh so glad i waited. it was perfect for me. maybe it was because it was ground in my head (as only a protective father can do) as a young girl to “never settle” and to be able to support myself. so i never settled. came very close several times, but thank god i waited.
which brings me to today. i mean, this day last year. this very evening, ROF proposed to me. in the fairy tale kind of way many tween girls dream about. boy was i glad i waited. this weekend last year was one of my favorites ever in all of my 40 years.
