Marry Me?

I was never one of those little girls who sat around planning my Dream Wedding. I didn't have a scrapbook with cut-out pictures of elaborate wedding dresses with sequins and glitter covering the pages.

As a "child of divorce", I grew up with no intention of ever getting married. In fact, I often told my friends that I wanted to be a single parent. I knew I wanted babies, and possibly a boyfriend, but I never wanted to get married. Marriage = Divorce. Ninety-five percent of my friends' parents were divorced. I didn't know what that nuclear family looked like. It just didn't seem possible.

Then I met my Other Half. I fell in love with him within months of meeting him, though it took him a little longer to fall for me. But when it happened, I just knew that this was the guy that I was going to grow old with. I could picture us surrounded by grand-kids. Him with his calloused hands and stories of superheros, and me in my apron in the kitchen canning applesauce like my grandpa taught me.

My Other Half and I got engaged within months of becoming an official couple. We had discussed marriage and kids, and we knew it was for us. So we set a date, and I began planning my Dream Wedding. Of course, we were only 18 and time flew by faster than we expected, so we put the wedding on hold. We set another date, and another, and each time life took us by storm and we had to start planning over again. We just celebrated our three year anniversary, and we are still waiting for that time that having the wedding of our dreams will come along.

We're still young. We've got all of the time in the world to get married. When we do eventually get married (and I promise you, it WILL happen), it has to be magical. It has to be the epitome of "us". I refuse to settle for "okay" or "satisfactory".

It will be me and him, and maybe a couple kids running around, wrapped in a big bow of delicious nerdiness.