At last, at last...
I am a wife!!!
10 years later, I am a happily married "old lady". Well, not "old", really (27 years, to be exact), but one hell of a journey to be had. i was 17 when i met my husband; young, a total virgin, but certain that the man I would someday meet was the "right" man; that I would "feel" when it was right.
And my instincts have never turned me wrong. The only thing I never thought was that he would be so goddamn beautiful. Notsomuch personality wise, but physically. I never thought I could end up with a man like him. But I did--despite feelings of being frumpish and unstylish and , well, "me"--the Celtic dork obsessed with art and books and her own ancestry-- something was there-- and it has lasted a decade, and will go far beyond that.
Our wedding ceremony was like an out of body experience. The vows hit very deeply, and I felt as if I were in a daze--it was like a decade of memories and hurts and wants and wishes and tears and triumphs flowing back all at once, coming to a head, solidified in about 8 minutes of words exchanged in a tiny Las Vegas chapel.
Our wedding night was all I could have wanted-- fun, sexy, adventurous; a journey as we ran around the Vegas Strip and ate and drank and shot pics and shared memories as best friends should (and my husband is my best friend in all the world, he has been for 10 years; there isn't a goddamned thing he doesn't know about me; he has seen me in both my most virginal state, as he did on Hallowe'en/Samhain 1997, and my most uninhibited ever after). It has been both surreal and oh so very real...
I welcome with full arms this new phase...well, new and not new; two phases of my life. They are different and yet the same. Does this make sense? I hope it does.
Everyone who knows my husband, who knows me, knows we are inseperable. When I met him I knew we were inseperable. When I sat by the phone the next day and stressed over whether he would pick up the phone, I knew, on some level, that we were meant to be. Call it fate, call it luck, call it mysticism or magic or soulmates or chaos or whatever you embrace or whatever gives you Peace.
All I know is that it is a GIFT...and I am thankful for it.
10 years later, I am a happily married "old lady". Well, not "old", really (27 years, to be exact), but one hell of a journey to be had. i was 17 when i met my husband; young, a total virgin, but certain that the man I would someday meet was the "right" man; that I would "feel" when it was right.
And my instincts have never turned me wrong. The only thing I never thought was that he would be so goddamn beautiful. Notsomuch personality wise, but physically. I never thought I could end up with a man like him. But I did--despite feelings of being frumpish and unstylish and , well, "me"--the Celtic dork obsessed with art and books and her own ancestry-- something was there-- and it has lasted a decade, and will go far beyond that.
Our wedding ceremony was like an out of body experience. The vows hit very deeply, and I felt as if I were in a daze--it was like a decade of memories and hurts and wants and wishes and tears and triumphs flowing back all at once, coming to a head, solidified in about 8 minutes of words exchanged in a tiny Las Vegas chapel.
Our wedding night was all I could have wanted-- fun, sexy, adventurous; a journey as we ran around the Vegas Strip and ate and drank and shot pics and shared memories as best friends should (and my husband is my best friend in all the world, he has been for 10 years; there isn't a goddamned thing he doesn't know about me; he has seen me in both my most virginal state, as he did on Hallowe'en/Samhain 1997, and my most uninhibited ever after). It has been both surreal and oh so very real...
I welcome with full arms this new phase...well, new and not new; two phases of my life. They are different and yet the same. Does this make sense? I hope it does.
Everyone who knows my husband, who knows me, knows we are inseperable. When I met him I knew we were inseperable. When I sat by the phone the next day and stressed over whether he would pick up the phone, I knew, on some level, that we were meant to be. Call it fate, call it luck, call it mysticism or magic or soulmates or chaos or whatever you embrace or whatever gives you Peace.
All I know is that it is a GIFT...and I am thankful for it.