I was reading a wedding blog the other day and the author was talking about how before we all get to the "I do", we all have to have a moment of "I know!", or "Huh...I think I could marry this person", or "Whoa. Love him!". It got me reflecting on my "ah ha" moment.
It gets a little tricky with me, because my hubbie and I actually did the "dating, no best friends, no dating, no best friends, wait...dating...nope, best friends" thing for seven years before I finally committed. I really liked him, then he really liked me, then I really liked him... but the timing was never quite right. Until suddenly it was. While all those ups and downs and all arounds have made for an amazing, friendship-based marriage, they also make it a little difficult to pin point the exact moment when I suddenly knew I was going to marry him. I kinda like to think that deep down I knew all along, which is why I couldn't quite shake him. But after some reflection, I finally did come up with the moment I remember as being a game changer.
I had been having some health problems. I'd felt sick, moody, and quite frankly off my rocker for quite a few months. I finally went to my doctor, and after blood tests she decided to send me to the hospital for an MRI. She suspected a pituitary brain tumor. I remember sitting through the tests, and oddly enough, thinking about how it would all be ok if Brian (my then off-again boyfriend) was there with me. I thought that line of thought was a bit strange at the time, but thinking about him got me through the long, cucky testing process. The results came back as positive-I did have a mass, and surgery was recommended. I hadn't talked to Brian in a couple of months; the moodiness had led me to put a temporary halt to things. But one day shortly before surgery he came to visit, and I spilled the beans.
I'll never forget getting prepped for surgery, and comforting myself with the thought, "Well...at least I'll get to see Brian today. I bet he'll come visit me." And sure enough, shortly after I woke up Brian showed up with a bouquet of my favorite flowers. I was a mess: tampon strings coming out of my nose, IV lines everywhere, and oxygen masks galore. But he sat by my bed and held my hand while my mom took a much needed food break. And whala...my "ah ha" moment. When he left, he kissed my forehead, promising to return the next day, and I thought, "I want him as part of my life permanently. I want him around for all of life's big and small moments. I want him to be the one with me."
Luckily, in the end, I got my wish, and am now enjoying year 4 of wedded bliss. I feel truly blessed.
But enough about me... what about YOU? When did you know you were going to marry your lovey? Inquiring minds are dying to know. Let's dish!
It gets a little tricky with me, because my hubbie and I actually did the "dating, no best friends, no dating, no best friends, wait...dating...nope, best friends" thing for seven years before I finally committed. I really liked him, then he really liked me, then I really liked him... but the timing was never quite right. Until suddenly it was. While all those ups and downs and all arounds have made for an amazing, friendship-based marriage, they also make it a little difficult to pin point the exact moment when I suddenly knew I was going to marry him. I kinda like to think that deep down I knew all along, which is why I couldn't quite shake him. But after some reflection, I finally did come up with the moment I remember as being a game changer.
I had been having some health problems. I'd felt sick, moody, and quite frankly off my rocker for quite a few months. I finally went to my doctor, and after blood tests she decided to send me to the hospital for an MRI. She suspected a pituitary brain tumor. I remember sitting through the tests, and oddly enough, thinking about how it would all be ok if Brian (my then off-again boyfriend) was there with me. I thought that line of thought was a bit strange at the time, but thinking about him got me through the long, cucky testing process. The results came back as positive-I did have a mass, and surgery was recommended. I hadn't talked to Brian in a couple of months; the moodiness had led me to put a temporary halt to things. But one day shortly before surgery he came to visit, and I spilled the beans.
I'll never forget getting prepped for surgery, and comforting myself with the thought, "Well...at least I'll get to see Brian today. I bet he'll come visit me." And sure enough, shortly after I woke up Brian showed up with a bouquet of my favorite flowers. I was a mess: tampon strings coming out of my nose, IV lines everywhere, and oxygen masks galore. But he sat by my bed and held my hand while my mom took a much needed food break. And whala...my "ah ha" moment. When he left, he kissed my forehead, promising to return the next day, and I thought, "I want him as part of my life permanently. I want him around for all of life's big and small moments. I want him to be the one with me."
Luckily, in the end, I got my wish, and am now enjoying year 4 of wedded bliss. I feel truly blessed.
But enough about me... what about YOU? When did you know you were going to marry your lovey? Inquiring minds are dying to know. Let's dish!
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