Today’s the day. ‘Til death do us part starts soon.
After all the madness of the last few weeks, I’m rather at peace. Oh, every so often my stomach flips at the realization that this is my actual wedding day. I’m a bit keyed up and focusing is an issue. Yet at the same time there is serenity. After all, consider the man I’m marrying.
People often say, “Oh isn’t it wonderful that he’s so willing to take on your boys?”
Yet the other day he left me a note, thanking ME for bringing my boys into his life.
He is THAT man.
On our very first date he told me he loved me. I choked and said I couldn’t really say the same. He said he figured, he just wanted me to know. I looked at him and thought, this guy is either a crazed stalker or the love of my life.
He turns out not to be a crazed stalker.
The other day I told my mom,
“You know, there are lots of good and solid reasons for me to marry Clay. He’s responsible, dependable, he pays his bills and is kind and can beat me at Scrabble. He’s great with the boys, and they love him. There are lots of good and sane reasons to marry him.”
Then I whispered, “This is my secret,” and tears stung my eyes because it was so true. “My secret is that I’m not marrying him for any of the sensible reasons. I’m marrying him because I love him. Because I feel like I’ve come home, and I just want to be with him.”
So. That’s what I’m going to do.