Marriage Ceremony

In the few hours I was able to squeeze in sleep this morning, before our big day, We shared a dream. I have no idea what I truly dreamed, because I was so tired that I just passed out. What I mean is that we shared our dream of a life time, where we promised to work together for our dreams, the very dreams we share in the long and short run. We've made our commitments long ago, in secret, between just the two of us, but today, we would be repeating our promise, commitment and dreams in front of a judge, a group of friends, among them people we count as family.

S and I have never been shy from one another, especially when it comes to honesty, communication, and sharing secret details about one another, including those extremely humiliating stories that could shame us to the grave and all the embarrassing things we've said since the beginning of our consciousness. By now, so much has happened that, we even know things about one another that we really ought not to, considering some of these were difficult things to accept, understand, relate and digest. Though we did and are closer for it as we truly were able to examine one another's mind, logic and truly come to see each others soul with all of its vibrant and dull colors, in all the shapes, forms and memories it carries with it. Besides, everyone is entitled to privacy and some of their own past, is bound only to them and should only be shared with the people concerning the particular experience of the past. On a brighter side, we've always been upfront about the things we wanted to have, we wanted to achieve. We were upfront about the things we desired of one another, the good details we found in one another and the expectations of each other, from each other and of our relationships. We shared the dainty, the firm, the solid, the leading, the ever changing and the never changing dreams one by one. We embellished them with our individualistic traits and then merged together to have one common goal, where our personal goals were realized, recognized and we had plans to work for them, to achieve for them. I and You and She an Her, became US and WE and WE had a plan for us and individually we knew of one anothers plan for the future.

To be able to marry the love of your life is an incredible lucky thing that should never go without being appreciated and always thanked for. Not many of us end up down the aisle with the people we both passionately love and feel we were destined to be, meant to be.

To have married you, to have meet you, to have married you has been the best thing that has ever happened to me. It is true we had a fairy tale beginning and a fantastic growth, but it's also equally true we've had our share of troubles, difficulties and near impossible things we thought we couldn't get over. And yet today, we knowingly said I Do to a world of troubles that will be assaulting us, first thing in the morning. If you are with me though, no matter how rough, how difficult the storm, how high the mountain and how impossible the track is, we'll weather it through, because I've got my hands in yours, and you've got your eyes in mine.

To a happy, healthy, fulfilling life where the passion never dwindles and we grow with each other, against all odds.

Part of Me Now

Another line across the date. One day closer. My stomach is in knots. I can't believe we lived through that. Unbelievable. That was the experience of a life time. Extremely special, confusing, confounding and has brought us to another dimension now. To be able to do this, it takes so much out of a person, of a couple. Now, we're here, comfortably, in unison and happiness, without regrets.

This is something I will never be able to forget, never be able to let go. I'll always relieve those moments, again and again and something in me has completely embraces this idea, this notion and action so wholly that I am unsure how I will be able to untangle it from my own identity. It is now, forever a part of me.

Living Together

For the hermit homebody like me, who makes her home her whole sanctuary and entire being's physical manifestation and adores living alone, imagine the difficult that could arise from living with a male who never thinks twice about chore distribution, cleanliness, hygiene, self motivation, time and space.

To be honest, when I first moved in, I was skeptical of how this would work out. Especially considering the circumstances of my moving in. But eventually, we both found out that we liked living together and therefore had decided to keep living together. A lot of the arbitrary rules, confounding feelings and the difficulty of being financially honest and open took its heavy weight off. Recently, we've been beginning a new and more of the reins have fallen into my hands. We're definitely more organized, though we're definitely prone to putting off all work and be lazy bums, hanging around the house.

However, much to my surprise, sharing a house, a bed has not been as difficult as one might have presumed. Especially of all the horror stories I could have cooked up on any given period of 15 second intervals.

Needless to say, it hasn't been without its challenges. Setting waking up and going to bed times, creating ritualistic schedules to follow religiously. Merging our busy schedules, trying to mix, match and mash them into a unified, cohesive blocks of time where we're both out of the house at the same time and come home about at the same time. How to spend our weekends, what to do when we're at home and proper decorum, the frequency of grocery shopping, bill paying have rised their own conflicted stories and solutions. But it's been so far, manageable, civil and compassionate.