I’m writing this from a hospital room, where I have been camped out for the past few days with my good friend and her new baby boy. It’s been a crazy weekend, true, but it’s a perfect example of what I’m going to be writing about.
I’m a pretty reflective person. I like to document my life and experiences through my journals, notes, and pictures, so I will be able to look back on it all later. It’s amazing to see how things change, to see differences in how I think and feel from one time and place to the next. This year is no exception, in fact, it might be the pentacle.
A year ago today, I met my future husband. Did I know I was going to marry him? Maybe. The thought didn’t fully form in my mind until a day or two later when we left, but I did know there was something different about him. Talking to him has always been so natural, so easy, even about the hard stuff. I remember sitting on the couch, talking about stories late into the night, (even though I had to wake up for work at 6am). We were relaxed, sitting just inches apart, but not quite touching. Just talking. For this I was grateful, because he was respectful, a gentleman, and there was no pressure. But at the same time, I couldn’t help but want to scoot a little closer… And of course he felt the same way. But we stayed as we were, talking and enjoying each others company while mom smiled at us from the corner of the room.
The next day before he left, I gave him my pre-planned “let’s be friends for now” speech, but I didn’t believe it even as I spoke it. Three days later, I called and confessed I really did like him. He said he liked me too (he told me later he almost said he loved me then, but didn’t want to freak me out.)
Two months later (and many hours of long Skype calls) we had officially leveled up to courtship.
Two months after that, we were talking about the ring, and he had a chat with my dad.
And then in December, only six months after that fateful first meeting, I had a shiny new accessory on my left hand.
I’ve got only four more months, and I’ll change from a Miss to a Mrs! I’m going to run off and get married…. A few people think I’m crazy, which amuses me. And I agree, it is kind of crazy, but I’m crazy, and I’m ready for this adventure. Plus he’s like….. really cute and funny, who wouldn’t want to marry him??
This is definitely the biggest change so far, of any year of my life really. But it hasn’t been the only thing. Last year I was working at a monogramming job that was not the right fit for me, tired, lonely, and hardly able to write. I was done with school and no longer a student at my dance studio. Everything I had known, my little schedule of write, eat, dance, was gone. I was left wondering and praying to discern where my life was to go next.
Then I met my future husband, and I also quit my job to take classes in writing with Jagi, and now, a year later, I can say I’m in a much better place. I can write, I can love, I can live, and I can keep working hard to make my goals happen.
For a long time, all I’ve ever wanted in life is to write, have kids, and travel. Now I can see that happening, God willing. Life is an adventure, and time is a crazy thing. I can’t wait to see where it will take him and I.