Seven months doesn’t seem like much. I mean, really, it’s hardly any time at all. I just submitted my application to re-enroll in college after 10 years, THAT’S a long time. Seven months isn’t anything… but right now seven months feels like a lifetime. Because seven months ago I started dating a guy.
Now, I didn’t meet him seven months ago. I met him nine years ago. Back when I was barely in my twenties, we each only had one child on their way to make us parents.
But seven months ago he asked me to be his. I thought “Sure, he’s cute. He’s smart. It would be a fun way to start my 30’s…”
Seven months later I’m pretty much head over heels in love with this incredible man. We’ve been through some challenges already, but through it all, with every discovery, he said “I’m not leaving. I won’t give up. I love you”
He took our sweet Elizabeth and together they chose the most perfect ring for my left hand. On Christmas morning after all the gifts had been passed around, he handed his mom his phone and said “Just press record please” and then turned to me and started pouring out his heart. He knows I’m the one he’ll spend the rest of his life with, he can’t imagine a better mother for his children and he wants to be a father to mine. He can’t imagine life without me and with that, he pulled the little black box out of his pocket and said those words.
“Brenna, will you marry me?”
“Yes, yes of course I will!”
Now, I’m kinda paraphrasing there because the record button didn’t actually get pressed. But really, I don’t need to remember the exact words that were used. I remember him. I remember the look in his eyes. I remember the way he kissed me after he placed the ring on my finger. I’m okay with those memories.
So with that, I started shopping for the perfect dress and making arrangements to have a wedding a little bit sooner because of a impending home purchase. I asked my sister to be my maid of honor, my sweet girls to be a bridesmaid and a flower girl, and I’ve spent a month admiring this diamond on my left ring finger.
But really, planning the wedding is cool, but every morning I wake up next to this guy and I can’t believe this is my life now.
A year ago Elizabeth asked me, “Mommy, why hasn’t ANYONE asked you to marry them?!?!”
“I have no idea baby girl.”
“Well they should. You’re so pretty!”
Josh agreed I guess. He tells me how beautiful I am every day, tells me multiple times how much he loves me, how happy he is that I’m going to spend the rest of my life with him. He let’s me eat cookies in bed as long as I share.
He brings a balance I didn’t know I needed. He forces me to take time for myself, be lazy and stay in my pajamas when I have the chance. On the flip side I force him to be productive and get his to do list done.
He told me last night, “Baby I don’t think I’ve ever been so productive as I’ve been since we got together.”
I said “Really? Because I don’t think I’ve ever had so many lazy days…”
“Well that settles it. We complete each other. I force you to be lazy and you force me to be productive. We should get married.”
You guys. I’m getting married to the man of my dreams. I had no idea my life could be like this.