|Teenagers in 2010.|
My fiancé and I have been together for more than five years, and our wedding is just a month and some days away. While scrolling the endless wedding blogs and websites, I noticed some recurring themes. These included stats on how likely you are to get divorced compared to how much money you spend on your wedding, the must-do's of DIY and most importantly, when you knew he was The One. What a daunting thought, right?
So I started to think about it, and I realized there wasn't necessarily one single "holy crap, this is the guy," moment. Instead, I feel like I've experienced multiple moments that keep serving as reminders that this is where we are supposed to be.
It's like the night he proposed. He knew that it would mean the world to me if it was a simple proposal, surrounded by my family. So he did just that.
Or when he had firsthand experience of one of my panic attacks, shortly after we first moved in together. The way he handled it reassured me that I felt safe with him.
The most clichéd, but one of the most powerful moments, was when he once picked me up from the airport. We had only lived together for a month when I traveled to Georgia for an entire week for a news conference. When I arrived at the Chicago airport, I remember riding down the escalator and seeing his smiling face waiting for me. For some reason, I burst into tears. It seemed silly, but I really felt like I was home.
Or maybe it was one of the two times we adopted our cats and I saw his face light up as he watched pure joy spread across my face. We were both so happy.
But honestly, the most obvious moment I realized he was 'the one' was probably during one of the most difficult times in our lives. We had broken up for six months, and it was brutal, to say the least. When we decided to get back together, it was tough. We had to build trust again, and slowly let the other into our lives again. It was not something to jump into. So when he wanted to personally apologize to my family for breaking our trust, and for hurting me, I was worried, but I let him do it. Witnessing his hands and voice shake as he expressed regret and love for my family was astounding.
That particular moment showed me that he was willing to work hard to make our relationship work. It made me realize that he thought this love was worth the effort. My family accepted his apology and we all accepted him back into our lives. And it has made all the difference. Maybe that's what it takes to be The One.