All right people. In the words of Jon Bon Jovi: “It’s my life. It’s now or never.” This has become my motto. The words I live by. The inspiration that gets me out of bed in the morning.
Cause if not now, then when???
This is where I’ll tell my story. I’ll record my thoughts and experiences and adventures. If you prefer picture books rather than reading actual words, this probably isn’t the place you want to spend your time. There will be words to read. Lots of them. But, there will be some pictures too, so don’t get your panties all bunched up.
But, I hope the words I do write will do something for you.
Patrick and I at the Bon Jovi concert
There are good people in this world after all. Really. Good. People.
This past weekend, I went down to my parents house (that seems weird to say. I still think of it as my house…) for some wedding showers, bachelorette parties and wedding-dress fittings. Saturday morning I woke up to an absolutely gorgeous day. And an absolutely gorgeous surprise. There were little red and purple flowers planted all over the front yard.
They hadn’t been there the night before when we all went to bed.
My parents have been working non-stop to turn the yard into a wedding venue for Patrick and me.
I guess someone decided to help. In the middle of the night, they had come and planted the flowers without any of us noticing. They must belong to a ninja-clan. My mom usually wakes up if you flick a piece of salt onto the kitchen counter at the opposite side of the house. (Which is really an inconvenience when you’re trying to sneak out in high school…but that’s another story.)
The flowers are beautiful. The message they send is even more beautiful. It’s moments like this that prove to me the world’s not all bad.
This post is for all those girls out there who may be struggling to make the decision I struggled to make. I was 19. I was young, single, free and just finishing up my freshman year of college. Then I met Patrick.
And everything changed.
I don’t believe in love at first sight. Nope. That stuff is for the movies. That being said, I definitely do believe in like at first sight. When I first saw Patrick walking across campus, I immediately liked him. Well, if it’s possible to like someone without having ever talked to them. I guess something about those big brown eyes or that scruffy beard just got to me.
Fast forward a few months. It was finals week and I should have been studying. But when you think you’re in love with a boy, you really don’t do what you should be doing. Instead you stay up till three in the morning watching Tremors 1, 2, 3 and 4 with him…(if you don’t know what I’m talking about it’s time for you to consult Netflix.) You skip the last day of class because you’re too tired from star gazing in a canoe the night before. You feel strangely giddy and you wish you could stop smiling because your mouth is tired from it.
I really don’t know how it all happened so fast. I’d never told a boy I loved him. In fact, I had told myself that I probably never would–well, at least for another decade–because I had an extremely long “to-do” filled with items to check off before I got married and settled down. I’ll admit I was possibly infected with “independenitits.” (the obsessive need to go study abroad in Europe, teach English to orphaned African children, go to every single college football game, date every cute boy in sight and live the typical “college life.”)
I think a little bit of Vitamin P was all I needed to begin my recovery from this infectious disease. Before I knew it, Patrick and I were dating.
And things were getting serious.