Last week, Mr. Toucan and I met with THE MAN - the man that would be marrying us. I was really nervous about meeting with the priest because:
1. I am not Catholic
2. I had no idea why we were meeting, or even what to expect, and
3. I was ridiculously and irrationally afraid that all my nightmares would come true and I’d feel super uncomfortable, and all of a sudden get up during our meeting yell, “Don’t judge me!” and run out of the church. (Luckily, this didn’t happen)
I had really no reason to be nervous at all because the priest just wanted to meet with us to get to know us and get a feel of who we are as individuals and as a couple. After asking about our childhood and our families, he asked us when we knew we wanted to marry each other. I was really unprepared for the question, and had to think about it for awhile. I couldn’t pinpoint one moment in time that I knew I wanted to marry Mr. Toucan. I think it was more of a gradual thing for me. You see, Mr. Toucan and I met when we were in college. Even early in our relationship, at the age of 19, I realized that what I had with Mr. Toucan was special - that he could be “The One.” Over time, I became more and more sure I wanted to marry him. Now, I have no doubt in my mind that he’s the one for me.
When did you know? Was there a specific moment? Or was it a gradual thing?
It’s really sappy… On our first date. I can actually remember thinking to myself, “If he asked me to run off to Vegas tonight, I’d totally do it.”
I’m NOT that kind of person - I had never fallen in love easily, nor been a believer in that heavy of a connection. I really felt like I’d known him forever. Cheesy, huh?