Let's get personal

In a week's time, I will be legally married.

How did we get here so quickly? One beautiful rainy evening, Gene knelt down next to me in an unassuming Italian restaurant in Santorini and asked me to marry him. Now... I am just days away from being officially a bride.

It seriously has not sunk in.

I have been carried away by all the planning. By work. By the many things that we have to do before everything happens.

In reflection, it is special. Bobbie will be marrying us. Our closest will be there with us. And whilst we argue nearly everyday these days as there is so much to prepare for and so much that we are inexperienced with, we make up for our differences in our own way. Sometimes in the silence and with the very small gesture of our feet just barely touching to apologise and forgive.

He puts 100 percent into everything that he does. Cleaning, gardening, making sure things fit in their place as he envisions it (no matter how long it takes), caring for others, extending his help to those who he does not have to but does because he wants to.

Sometimes I look at him and wonder how did all this happen? How did I meet a guy who cares more about me than anyone else? And how is it that I can be so egoistic sometimes and refuse to back down? By sometimes, I mean, nearly every other time. Okay, most times.

I can be hard headed, naive, negative and downright rude. I always have a comeback and think that I am in the right. I really am not an easy person to be in a relationship with.

But with him, I also want to be 100 percent for him. He is the only person who can frazzle me so badly when he is upset with me. I cannot help it. He is almost my gauge. My human-o-meter. The one person I can think of that has seen me at my very worst. And at my best.

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