Reflections: Perfect marriage
Looking back to when we met, I never would have imagined that the two of us would end up together. A college freshman, I was ready to embark on a world of adventure assured that I had every bit of knowledge I needed for the journey. He, at the time (or at least how I perceived him to be) was a witty, sarcastic, somewhat nerdy college junior. We were instant friends. As we became closer friends and I became more accustomed to collegiate-life, the dynamics of our relationship began to shift from two acquaintances that took classes together to two inseparable souls whose nearly every waking moment was spent with the other. At some point towards the end of my sophomore year in college, shortly before our first date, I told one of my closest confidants (who would later stand beside me at my wedding) that I knew, something deep inside me just knew, he would be the one I’d marry. About a year later, he proposed. It wasn’t something unexpected but it was romantic none-the-less. I’ll never forget that day and the happiness that would later follow. One thing led to another, as these things typically do and here we are three years later in our second year of marriage. Perfect, right? Not so much.
Three months into our engagement we made the ever vital decision to move into an apartment together much to the disapproval of both sets of parents. We rented a small townhouse half way between where I attended college and the company at which he was employed. We signed a year lease, setting our wedding date around the time when we were set to move out. Planning the wedding wasn’t easy and after my fiance moved from our home in Virginia to a metropolitan community in the Midwest, life became increasingly difficult. Arguments and struggles with overbearing family members ensued as the wedding plans came full circle and the date drew closer. I felt that most of the weight was on my shoulders. I was solely responsible for planning the wedding, attending college, working part time and preparing for our move. There were a number of things that I wished, at the time, I could change about our wedding day; The location, the music, the chairs, the dress, the updo and makeup, the list goes on….and on.
The morning after our wedding in Virginia my new husband and I picked up a U-haul, loaded our belongings and a one-year-old cocker spaniel into it and hit the road for our 14 hour journey across the states. Part of me felt as though we’d been somehow gypped at the stress and chaotic nature
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