daily bliss: singleton

I remember one Christmas, in the late 90s, crying in my parents' kitchen that I was spending another holiday, alone. (Cue the Bridget Jones' soundtrack.) My dad very seriously and kindly told me that I wouldn't always be single. "You will get married. I know it." I wanted to believe him. But the years kept floating by. Good years. Great years. Finishing degrees and landing jobs and publishing articles and making amazing friends years. Learning to live comfortably in my skin years. Cooking and baking and writing and reading and yogaing and running and walking years. I dated some, but I was never, ever the kind of person to give myself easily. I needed deep meaning. I craved soul connection. It took me 35 years to find it. And then, suddenly, I was dating. And then I had a boyfriend. And then he moved in to my quaint, cozy second floor house apartment. We set up house. We delved in deeper. We made a cohabitory commitment to each other. And then, he asked me to marry him. And on Saturday, I will marry him. My heart soars, and my soul feels at home when I'm with him, or thinking about him. I think of all those years I pined after unsuitable suitors. All the hours fretting about my singleton-ness. All the wondering, hoping, despairing. I know now that it wasn't yet my time. I hadn't met G. Now, it's our time together, to say farewell to our single days...to the crooked paths that led us to each other. And time to say hello to a shared path. I can't wait to make the rest of life's journey with my best friend and love by my side.