When I was young, I have always envisioned and dreamt of myself getting married to someone who would love me dearly, take good care of me, support me through good times and bad and really enjoy a happy married life... sharing life with someone I can talk to just about anything under the sun, giggling about simple nothings, holding hands until our hairs turn gray.
My parents always emphasized that if I married the wrong person, that would be the end of me, and my happiness would depend on the person I choose to marry. Thus, I tried all means to make my relationship work when I thought I finally met the man of my dreams when I was fresh out of college. But a year later, the relationship crumbled and that left me devastated. I cried until there were no more tears left to shed. I felt bad, so bad not having the relationship last long enough to live out that dream, that wish, that prayer of living a happy married life.
"When God closes a door, He opens a window." This saying may sound so cliche but so true. Just when I thought, love eluded me, love found me. Just a few months after that horrible heartbreak, I met somebody, so good to be true, it felt surreal. He is everything I ever hoped and prayed for and so much more. Most people argued it was love on the rebound, but it wasn't. After 6
happy years, With God's grace, I walked down the aisle, I married my bestfriend, my
sweetheart, my partner for life.
We are now into our sixth year of married life. They say marriage is 1% romance and 99%
tolerance, but I beg to disagree, married life is as sweet as I imagined, I hoped, I prayed it to be. I feel so blessed...God allowed me to live my dream.
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