Today marks a week since marrying the love of my life. Yes, we were impatient, and, on a whim, decided to get married during spring break. There are certain aspects of one’s life that are just built around certainty. And when that certainty is fluttering in front of you like a Monarch on a warm summer day, it seems absurd to toy with the notion that encapsulates its beauty.
From the birth of our relationship, I have not once doubted my love for Kevin. In fact, I have felt an innate connection with him that I can only compare to the bond twins share. I suppose that is the feeling of connecting with one’s soulmate, but, being the synonym seeker that I tend to be at times, I try to stray from words and phrases that are cliché.
I have never been happier in my life, and I can speak for my children as well. They have embraced this transition in our lives as if they, too, have sought and found that missing portion that creates a familial bond. Never once have they questioned my decision, and the metamorphosis that has occurred in their emotional well-being alone took the time it takes a butterfly to cycle from a chrysalis to a lovely adult.
It is an amazing feeling to awaken each morning knowing that God believes you are deserving of something as special as the gift with which my family has been blessed. For many years, the struggles that ensued with each step forward I would make, forced me to settle for mediocrity. I am grateful that my modus operandi way of thinking was eventually disrupted, and is consistently being cultivated by the love of a man whose heart I can only imagine possesses the colors of the wings of that Monarch.
