March 6, 2019
Our wedding day of course means a lot to me, but March 6 is still a very special day to me. On March 6, 2013, the most amazing person I’ve ever met asked me “Will you be my poof forever?” On this day we made our first promise to each other. Yes, saying “I do” and signing a shitload of legal papers was special too, but today six years ago we made that first promise which is just a bit cooler.
Getting married means something to me. Everyone can do whatever they want, if they want to marry someone to stay in the country, have a baby to save their relationship, stay married for the children’s sake, then do that, I don’t care. But for me, getting proposed to meant something and it’s serious to me. I would never had answered “of course” to his question if I didn’t really mean it. And I know that he would have never asked if he wasn’t sure that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me and that I wanted the same.
You never know what can happen in the future. Maybe we get tired of each other and get divorced, who knows, but when he proposed I really thought that this is it, this is the person I will live with for the rest of my life, this is someone I want to live with for the rest of my life. And I still believe that.
On March 6, 2013, we started to plan our lives together for real. Whatever we had talked about before was just loose whatever’s but now we were getting married, getting the same last name, I was going to move to his country not just visit, we were gonna sign papers for joint this and joint that, dream of a future house and future kid together and not separately (although I don’t think J had any of those things in mind at that time, hahah, but I did), we were going to be there for each other no matter what life would bring us. We were going to be a forever team. Jim and Fanny. Mr and Mrs.
