My Anchor

Recently, a girl I work with asked me a question.

What was the question you ask?

She asked when the moment was that I knew I wanted to marry Brian.

Oh boy.

I really struggled at answering. Not because I don't know the answer, but because I have such a hard time just oozing love stories from my clumsy mouth. Plus, if I had the talent of oozing love stories from my lips, I have a feeling I would have kept the girl around listening for much longer than she desired. 

So I have made a decision. I want to answer this girl's question through a series of blog posts. Because as clumsy as my mouth might be, I feel at ease when I can think the words out in just the right way and put them down on paper. And maybe our love story isn't some magical storybook tale (let's get real, those are usually shallow any way) but I still think it deserves some recognition. Or just some remembrance. I want to write it down while it's still fresh on my mind. 

Tomorrow I will start PART 1 of this story. The story of how Brian and I came to like each other, how that like grew into love, and how that love made us decide we want to be best pals forever. Thus marriage. 

And to all those warriors out there who laugh in the face of love, I apologize. I know how painful stories like this can be for you. I know because I used to be one of you. But I'm tellin you, once the love bug bites, there is no getting over such an illness. But I don't mind. I quite enjoy this illness and I no longer laugh in the face of love. Now I just smile and let the stuff surround me. And it's nice here, charming actually, being surrounded by love. 

Stay tuned.