May 28, 2021
We had already known each other for years and always knew we would get together. I can't even tell you how our romance started. It all just flowed together so naturally. We met, he made a pass at me and I shyed away. One day while talking to him he had to leave. This strange feeling came over me when he walked away. I then realized that I never wanted him to walk away from me again, so I told him how I felt;even when I didn't realize it. His reply was simply, "It was always you......you knew that." After we officially made it official, one night we were out enjoying the summer's night air, and he asked me if I loved his mother. I've known her since I was a child so of course I said yes. His next question was, "Well wouldn't it make sense for my mom to be your mom too?" I said yes. I actually found myself in a jeweler's men's section looking for a wedding band. Yes, I ASKED HIM. He found that very endearing that a woman would give up a chance to show off her hand in order to just have the man of her dreams. We tied the knot on May 28, 2009 early one morning at a park near our home. This man is the epitome of a Good Man. I could never begin to tell anyone of this man's untold kindness, patience, and playful disposition. He is a true romantic. When I say he gives me flowers, he gives me so many that I end up giving some away to family members. He stayed up in Paris with me when I was sick. From midnight romantic dinners, to waking me early to see the sunrise from the best point in the city, Dan is a beautiful person. I literally get lost in him. After we kiss, I have to regain my grip on reality. Looking into his eyes is is like seeing the water off the shore of paradise. He is my blessing from God, and I thank him everyday for this man. He completes me. I love him because he is everything I am not, but everything that I know in my heart is true and righteous and that is what I need to be.
It somehow slipped my mind that I did not post photos of the rings. It's funny cause I still to this day shove it in the face of anyone that will look. It used to drive my habibi nuts, but now he sees it as I am in love with what he gave me. Everyone for some reason or another always want to know why the bands don't match. My favorite flowers are Calla Lilies. I also happen to love the stars. I know you guys like us have those cute couple moments when you say I love you more than all the fish in the sea. Well habibi loves me so much that I am the only woman on the planet with a garden on the moon, filled with my Picasso Lilies. The white band, which is my Anniversary Ring(we were married on our one year anniversary) represents the moon;while my Wedding Ring is the garden with the flowers. Things like that get my Brother-In-Law in the hot seat;his girlfriend is trying to mimic me & my ring among other things. Any of you ladies have that issue? Well anyway Hope you ladies love the ring like I do!
My husband's favorite animal is the Wolf. He loves the fact that they mate for life. With that said what better way to translate that into his wedding band. It's a custom made one of a kind piece that I have named....Mated for Life
The final product!
Growing up, my grandmother & I were very close. I went to see her every weekend. My grandmother was paralyzed, so I went to go help her clean and just to spend time with her. I remember how she always used to have loose change around waiting for me ^_^ The coolest part about her was the fact that she was the one who introduced my mom to my Mother-in-Love. I feel like since she was the reason through events that we even met, that she HAS to be there when we have our Vow Ceremony. She passed in 2001, well before I met my husband, but she knew he was the one for me......I believe it in my heart. I wore her Engagement ring the day I got married. To honor her at our Vow Ceremony, I plan to have an identical bouquet to match mine and lay it on a chair in the front row with a sign. If not, I will definitely have a single flower with a sign in her reserved chair.
I have to take the time to tell you the extended-yet-abridged story of us. When we moved to the city that my mother lives in today, I was probably about 3. We came here to help my grandmother who had just become paralyzed. She liked to go to this one particular market & met this beautiful lady named Janet. My grandma loved her so much that she introduced my mother to her in hopes that they would become friends. They did of course, and always talked about their children to each other. Soon after I met her and thought she was just amazing. She had always talked about her sons though I myself had never met them. Years passed, and I made her cards, bought her holiday gifts, and just started calling her mom. Soon my mother and Janet started to talk about how I was different from the rest of the kids in our area and that she secretly wanted me to meet her oldest son. She felt that I was sparkly enough to let him see the fun things in this world. However, there was an age difference, so my mother said that was a sweet idea, but not right now. They both decided that if we were meant to meet one day that we would, but without them pushing us. When I turned 19 I started working at the same market with "Mom". I met a very interesting person that also worked there. This one man in particular that was in his twenties had for some reason taken quite a bit of interest in me. I'm usually very standoffish, but deep down I was always extremely flattered by this man. If he said something, I always felt the need to challenge it. I think the whole time he saw right through me because no matter what he was always there. He would be outside waiting for me to leave on the days that I didn't have the car. Somehow I would end up with flowers in the main office every week. We even used to play phone tag when I was working a cash register. One day in particular when I went in to start my shift "mom" was there. Then the same guy walks up and had the nerve to intercept the hug I was giving her and managed to sneak one in with her. I just stood there while they hugged and was somewhat upset. I had called this woman mom for nearly two decades;how dare he just be rude and grab her like that. I said to her with an angry voice, "Get off of my mom, you!" He gave me that sly smile as always and said, "She's MY mom". I never actually felt the color actually leave my face until that moment. "This is my son Daniel". At that point he decided to turn up the heat. I was a bit scared and nervous. I had a rule about ages, and after we started to hang out outside of work, I found out he was a smoker. Today while I was in the truck with my husband, he said to me, "Thank you for being so understanding." I wasn't sure what he meant;I had hopped out to grab him a Pepsi and myself a green tea. So after asking what he meant, I decided to write this entry. "Thank you for being so undertanding about me. You broke your rules for me. I just wanted to be worth it for you." Oh and by the way ladies.....even to this day, after all this time, including the time before we started dating, I still get flowers once a week (: