Two Years Ago Tonight
May 23, 2012 § 2 Comments
I never thought I would get married. No white dresses. No happily ever afters. I’m a gypsy. A nomad. I have a tendency toward the ridiculous. I work in spurts and intervals. I’m what you might call a little more on the independent side. I’m a critical thinker. Emphasis on critical, heavy emphasis. Needless to say these are not the usual adjectives you see on the “to be desired in a wife” list of eligible bachelors around town. How I tricked him into loving me I’ll never know (or tell!)
Justin and I met in the prime of our polarity. I think he dreamt of someone who would frequent indie rock festivals and write him poetry. I dreamt of someone who would frequent political fundraisers and write me (not them) checks. To be honest, I’m not sure either of us has really changed, we’ve just been introduced to reality. The person you love is often better, and wildly different, if not slightly more refining than the one you dreamed of.
When our lives shifted from being polarized acquaintances to good humored friends we were older. We had had first loves, broken hearts, and were not looking for each other. We were honest. We were open. And within eleven months from the first time I told
him I was not interested – I married him. Best thing that ever happened to me. Every story is different. Every person is different. Every marriage is different. No one can tell you how to do yours. Should they try, run. It’s just too unique, too intimate to try to work out in a broad spectrum. There are certainly principles that can be applied and wisdom to be gleaned from people that have great relationships, but it simply can’t be duplicated. That’s the crazy, wonderful adventure of love. It’s unique. All our own. Just ours to understand.
Today, in a moment that both made me feel loved, known, and lovingly teased – Justin said, “[that's you] Always going confidently in the wrong direction.” Except with you. With you I couldn’t have gotten it more right. Thanks for the most beautiful years of my life. “The best is yet to come and baby won’t it be fine…”
Beautifully said, Steph. Who knew that such an amazing thing would come after such a cruddy time . . . Renews my faith every time I think about it.
I love this!! So so so happy for you.