As promised in my last post, I delve deeper into our wedding story and the significance of our wedding date.
In case you missed the title, Alan and I got married on April 22nd.
We picked the date due to availability, and mostly because the 22nd was a day that we already celebrated since we started dating back in December of 2007. What’s the point of trying to remember another day, when this one was already set in stone?
If it works, just stick with it!
So we set the appointment and didn’t think anything about it after that. This would be the day that only the two of us would celebrate every year.
Recently, a friend of mine asked, “What’s the point of getting married?” He immediately followed up his own question with this statement: “I’m already committed.”
And then it hit me. I went through the same conflicting situation five years ago (give or take).
I was in this steady relationship with my then boyfriend – now husband, and I had no sense of urgency to walk down that aisle. It wasn’t him. It has always been me.
Ever since I was a young girl, I never wanted to get married. I never daydreamed about that perfect wedding dress, or had a song picked out for the first dance. I never imagined what my husband would look like, for the simple fact that I never wanted a husband.
Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t born with this idea of becoming Miss-I-don’t-need-a-man-cause-I’m-an-independent-woman. Not to say that I don’t have that mentality now; however, that wasn’t exactly the reason behind my logic that I carried at an early age.
To be completely honest, I never wanted to get married, because I didn’t have a marriage to look up to.