This one is going to get real—quickly. It is easy to talk about cakes and flowers and dresses and all the pretty things that go along with a wedding. But those are things that go with a wedding, not a marriage. Our marriage is more important to me than any one day could ever be (I say as I still obsess over what shoes I will wear). There is a lot that goes into marrying someone. There is a heck of a lot more that goes into marrying an older man who brings with him two (wonderful) kids and an ex-wife.
Let me start by getting a well-known fact about me out there—I never wanted kids. Really, never. I almost started to define myself by this. I was (and still am, to a degree) independent to a fault. I didn’t need anyone to help me and I certainly didn’t need anything to tie me down. (This is why I have a cat, not a dog.) Life has a really funny way of making sure you know that sometimes you can’t control the outcome, you can’t really control your fate. So here I am—30 years old, never wanted help from anyone, never wanted lives to depend on mine. And I am now a part of this wonderful family I never knew I wanted. What’s the expression, you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone? Well, I am here to say you also don’t know what you’re missing until you have it.