Welcome to my Wedding Page.
I am scheduled to marry the love of my life on June 16, 2001. It's been a long road and I look very forward to having this moment of ours burst into fruition. I still get nervous as to whether it will truly happen as I reminisce on our history together..read on...!
How we met:
A fairy tale and magical moment this was NOT! - or was it?
We met at our place of worship. I had just started visiting the local congregation in my area. I was all "bright eyed and bushy tailed" as I entered into what I was a little unsure about in the first place. I knew it felt good to be doing something wholesome in my life but also didn't feel that I had been such a hedonist that I needed to subdue myself to an austere way of life.
I wore an orange and fushia midlengh dress that stopped just shy above the knees - little did I know that the members there would be wearing what appeared the exact opposite of my attire - full, ankle-lengh skirts in very modest colors. Needless to say, I felt a little out of place but nevertheless, much adorned!I didn't go there looking to meet anyone, as I had never had a problem meeting men before - besides I had predetermined in my mind that I would not be attracted to any of the geek members there.
Then it happened! Our eyes met and I knew him before I spoke to him. He stood out like a sore thumb as I did in the midst of 100 socializing people. Something happened inside of me that made me feel like a school girl with a heated crush all over again. I knew I had to keep my cool as he made his way to me and my sister to introduce himself after the meeting and offer us a ride home.I tried to keep my cool as this very handsome, well-dressed, mysterious fellow inquired a little more about us. I knew he liked me - instantly. It was in his eyes. But I had to remain the cool person that I've always known myself to be. There was something different about this one. He was sly, and never lost his cool. I was challenged by his charm and manliness. Little by little we formed a short friendship that jumped head first (or should I say heart-first) in a courting, confusing relationship. The reason I describe it this way is because it was a "Romeo and Juliet" sort of "forbidden love". We couldn't share this with anyone but ourselves, which brought much pain later on.
