“Wedding” ~ That all magical word that brings visions of your fairytale wedding, childhood dreams, flowers, diamonds, romance, beauty, bliss and then … the rush of anxiety, sleepless nights, a few feuds with a sprinkling of chaos and confusion.
I LOVE weddings. I love every moment from the beginning of that first meeting, the courtship to the “happily ever after”. Weddings bring a sense of hope, of happiness and joy in watching a couples romance evolve into a beautiful union.
Weddings are overwhelming. Weddings are that, “What have I done?” Wedding are a “Wow” factor that may seem beyond your grasp. Why did I decide to add a wedding blog in addition to my travel blogs? The reason is simple ~ I want every couple to have that magical moment where they look at each other and absolutely beam with that “this is perfect” feeling conveyed with no words needed. So, with all that being said, welcome and enjoy the ride!
We all know how this starts. Boy meets girl (or visa versa), girl likes boy and thinks the feeling is mutual, girl goes home with a renewed sense of happiness, hope, and then waits … and waits … and waits for that phone call. Yes, it is that phone call. We all know the phone call; the one where we actually pick-up our phone to make sure there really is dial tone, the call that every time our phone rings we grab it with the anticipation and hope. I’ve always wondered - do the guys do this too? And my second thought is: what takes a guy so long to decide that he really wants to call? Fear of commitment, playing hard-to-get, or just oblivious to relationship rules?
So finally, that call comes. You wonder should I answer or should I make him call back? Wait, wonder if he doesn’t call back? Of course, you answer it, it’s a date planned, and you are now onto the “pursuit” of each other. All the factors are in place and the friendship starts to form. I always thought this was the fun part. You know, after the initial apprehensions, the dating, making plans, the spontaneity and unfortunately, a few bumps in the road. Even though those “bumps” might feel like major hurdles, they are great building blocks or “tests” as you might say, to see how you resolve problems as a couple. Yes, as a couple. You have made it! Single life . . . Good-by!!!
I don’t know why, but there seems to always be that moment when out of the blue you wonder “is this what I really want”? I would stare at the wall, at the ceiling, at my mate and think that somehow the answer would appear and tell me I was making the right decision. It didn’t happen and I just had to listen to my gut. Luckily, it turned out to be a pretty safe bet and am still very much in love with my husband.
I once read that the habits that we first think are “cute” will be the same habits that we despise in the future. Point being, I think I got suckered. My husband would curl-up with me and we would fall into the most wonderful sleep and then…full disclosure - the guy snores like there’s a need to rattle the windows at three in the morning and I really didn’t need to sleep after all. “Honey, roll over you’re snoring!”, “I am NOT”. Yeah, that’s why I’m waking you up to lie to you. I will never again wonder why couples have separate sleeping quarters. I need a different sleeping house! When we met, I thought there is no way this guy is such a neat bachelor. I even checked his shower and the oven fully expecting an overflow of dirty dishes, clothes and other things I was frightened of finding. Nothing! But then, it all started. “Let’s clean” or “I’m picking up” does not mean cleaning - it means I will take this pile and move it over to this area. It means I will start this but get distracted by that and wander away because I’m bored and don’t want to do this - wait, what was I doing to start with? Before I get myself into too much trouble, I must say I wouldn’t change my husband for a million years … just some of his habits, which again, I better not complain too loudly because I am sure he has a running list on me and I’d better be dang sure I’m cooking his favorite meal tonight after he reads this!
I was probably more of the romantic and so when I was slightly romanced, I was wooed , I was in sheer heaven! It didn’t matter whether the gesture was large or small, it was wonderful, but I did quietly sit back and wonder if this so called wooing process was merely for “brownie points” or because of true love? We have a running joke in our house now. My husband figures he better get all the “brownie points” he can because he seems to loose them faster than he earns them. This is the great part of a relationship I think. It’s the part where you realize it’s okay to say things and you learn to have a sense of humor with one another. Some days I tell him that I will always love him but that I don’t really like him at that moment. That’s pretty brave of me, and it isn’t always taken too kindly, but that’s where those earlier “bumps in the road” come in handy. He knows, as do I, that we will work through it.
It’s a rollercoaster ride I often think when I see relationships evolving. It’s those moments when you’re really sick of it and you don’t want to keep going, but you don’t get off. That’s love. Hook, line and sinker. Me, I stayed on and I seriously don‘t even like carnival rides. I do have to say, I teetered with the thought of jumping off, but as of now, it’s been a great ride!
Okay, off to that meal cooking - I have some wooing to do myself!!!