17 years together. 5 years of marriage. 1826 days. 5 different addresses and counting. 1 beautiful son. So many adventures, so many places and so many things shared. Where else does this adventure will take us? The best still to come!
1828 days ago I was still dreaming of the wedding that I always had in mind.
Back in November 2007 Cesar proposed to me. At that point we were tired of living in separate cities for most of our relationship and we were determined to find a way to end up living in the same city. We set the wedding day for November 8th, 2008. We thought a whole year would give us the chance to figure out a way to get Cesar a job and working visa for the States (cause I was already there working and studying).
In February 2008 Cesar got a job offer, in Canada. Saskatchewan. Saskatoon?? Could you repeat that again please? Are you sure that is in Canada?
So Cesar comes to me and propose that we move to Canada for a year to try it. It was a way for the two of us to be in the same city and maybe if we liked it we would decide to move permanently to Canada. So I said: Why not?
We started the paperwork and decided that it would be better if we got married before starting the whole Canada adventure. Since we were short on time, we decided to have a super small wedding ceremony, with just our parents, brothers and their significant others. I remember my dad telling me we should just rush everything and have the big wedding we were planning for November 2008. I was sure we were going to have the chance to go back home in November and have my dream wedding. I was not willing to do a rushed wedding. Little did I know, I should have listened to my dad.
We got married in March 16, 2008. Cesar jumped on a plane to Canada in June 8, 2008 (my birthday) and I stayed in Texas for a few more months to finish my second degree and came to Canada in September that same year.
A few months after Cesar got to Canada we found out that for several reasons we were not able to go back home for the wedding we were planning. So I started making phone calls to cancel the bookings that we had. We put everything on hold. Later that year, we completely canceled our wedding celebration.
To be quite honest, I was devastated at the beginning. I went and chopped off my long hair that I was growing for the wedding, deleted all the wedding files in my computer, and asked my mom to not asked me anything about it. I was freaking mad at not listening to my dad. I should have rushed everything and had the whole family and friends celebrating our marriage with us.
As the years passed by, I came to understand that a real marriage is not represented by a big party, fancy dresses and flowers. Not that I don’t like weddings, I love them. But I have come to the understanding that different circumstances happen and that the important things in a marriage are not always tangible things. We had our little wedding with the most important people present. Our family and God, and that is all we needed.
After 5 years of marriage, I am more in love with my husband than I was the day that we got married.We have been so blessed. There has been ups and downs (thankfully way more ups than downs). We have a commitment with each other and every day we try our best to fall more in love.
I now have a different dream, to celebrate our 10th Anniversary back at home with a party at the beach!