Dominic first proposed to me when we were 20 and 21, living in Arizona. And although I loved him, and of course said yes, we were young. So I didn’t take it seriously.
But he did.
Actually, if it were up to Dominic, we would’ve been married the very next day.
You see, the thought of getting married, actually scares the living heck out me. I love Dominic more and more every single day, and I’m really not exaggerating either, I have always totally seen us together a thousand years down the road……..
So why does the thought of getting married make me want to run the other way?
Why, the art of jinx, of course.
The thing is, I am obsessed with our relationship. I love the way we talk to each other, support each other, laugh with (and at) each other, and even the way we yell at each other (although I’m the crazy and do more of the yelling….oops.) I basically love the way that we work and although we aren’t the perfect couple, we’re perfect for each other and I love that so much.
Up until the beginning of this year, I had myself fully convinced that if we got married, things would go down hill. I know, it sounds absolutely ridiculous, but I’m being 100% serious about this. I was so afraid that once we said our “I do”s, we were basically asking for some sort of curse upon our relationship and I just wasn’t okay with that.
I mean, we’ve already been together for 6 years, we have a baby, we live together, we share our money…it’s basically already like we’re married so why fix what isn’t broken, ya know?
Writing this out now, I realize how ridiculous this all must’ve sounded to Dominic. The poor guy just wanted to get married and celebrate our love and here I am tearing him down by telling him that we were doomed before we even started the next chapter of our lives together. I’m sure a part of him found me a little endearing (who wouldn’t? ;) because I just loved our relationship so much that I didn’t want to ruin it, but the other part was probably like, “maybe I don’t want to marry this crazy, marriage-hating woman anyway.”
(I’m really not okay in the head sometimes.)
Anyway, at the beginning of this year, I had some sort of….revelation…..if you will, and I started thinking to myself, “Girl, what are you doing?! The man you love, loves you back, you have a beautiful daughter together, live in an awesome home that you’ve both made your own….. he just wants to make it all official!”
Well, hello, reality check, I’m glad it only took you two and a half years to show your face.
So one night, I just out and told Dominic, “let’s get married. let’s get married soon. let’s get married this year.” And as soon as I said it, I kinda wished I could’ve swallowed my words until he looked at me like I just told him he won the freakin lottery. And then I knew. That look reassured me that I was a fool to wait so long to tell the man I love that I wanted to marry him and spend the rest of my life loving him, and only him.
As soon as we told our families and friends, we picked a date and every day since, I just grow more and more excited. Sure there are still some days that I get so frustrated with the whole planning process, but the end of the day is always the same: I’m going to be marrying the man of my dreams very (very) soon.
I don’t know why I gathered all of those silly thoughts into my head. I really don’t. Dominic is my very best friend. When it comes to soul mates, he is the very definition. We have literally been to hell and back (and everything in between) and there is still not one other man that I want to spend every day with. I know I sound like the cheesiest person on the face of this planet but I cannot deny that I love my mister with every single ounce of my being and at the end of this year (and for the rest of time after that!), I will be his wife.
I’m gonna be a WIFE, guys.
^My favorite picture of him. He’s just so cute!
September 7th, I am ready. for. You.