‘Will you come travel with me? Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?’ – Walt Whitman
By the time you guys read this, I will be on long haul flight, somewhere over the Atlantic (possibly tipsy) and on my way to New York City to get married.
Adam and I decided to elope and enjoy an intimate wedding ceremony, with the two of us making our vows in the simple yet iconic City Hall (a la Carrie and Big. Just don’t tell Adam that I took inspiration from SATC…)
We will return next week as husband and wife before celebrating our nuptials with family and friends. As I neatly packed my wedding dress and passport into my hand luggage tonight, my emotions were high and my mind running at a thousand miles per hour. Thinking of the past, the present and of course, the future.
Ah, the past. My previous relationships have been tainted by grief, loss, heartbreak, bad decisions, poor judgement (I’m a cliche…) and bitterness. A few years ago, I had genuinely given up on the idea of a happy ending, finding a soulmate, being companions for life and all that jazz.
This wasn’t through some kind of dramatic choice to be miserable or stubborn, it was simply something that I’d accepted as fact. And you know, I was actually OK with that. I embraced it, began to find out who I really was and, most importantly, finally found my independence after being in serious relationships since the age of 16.
When I first met Adam, we kept it casual with lighthearted dates, the occasional text and enjoyed each others company. Neither of us really expected it be much more than that. However, it soon became apparent that our relationship had taken on a life of it’s own!
Within just a few short weeks, I knew that this was love. One hundred percent, real life, ‘holy shit’ L-O-V-E. I frantically messaged my friends, asking if this was even possible?! (I’m looking at you Emma) The days spent together slowly turned into weeks and things progressed harmoniously. Exactly one year later, we were engaged; I knew without a doubt that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this guy.
Fast forward another 12 months and we’re still
sickeningly blissfully happy. Naturally, we’ve been through good and bad times together – we’ve got the ‘for better, for worse’ thing down to a fine art already – but I know that this is it. It isn’t all hearts, roses and Disney-esque romance of course, but we work together perfectly.
This past few weeks have been a somewhat trying for us both. We’ve picked up some kind of bug that neither of us can shift. Tiredness + long days + teenage daughters + germs + wedding planning = two grumpy, stressed adults. The pressure of our trip has had me a little bit on edge for no rational reason. My wonderful parents/step-parents will be taking over the house, kid and cat duties whilst we go away (for which I am eternally grateful) and everything is booked and paid for.
Adam reassured me (yet again…) and explained that the only real change will be that we get a certificate (this made me laugh and reminded me of primary school: “Well done for adulting! You get to go up a level. Here, have a gold star”) and I get a new last name. We both know we’re in this for good so there’s really no logical reason for my panic!
I cherish our life together. From our grand adventures to the mundane everyday things, like making cups of tea as a peace offering when we’ve annoyed each other and Netflix binges in bed. I absolutely cannot wait for the next 50 years.
See you on the other side!
Mrs Valentine to be ❤