It’s been twenty-four months since I watched Mare Cris walked down the aisle. Her radiant beauty filled the room as she held back tears. She was overwhelmed with emotion as a room full of loved ones stood in her honor.
I was smiling and quietly joking with Erwin, my best man. Typical behavior for a groom, I suppose. But part of me still couldn’t believe this wedding was actually happening. It all seemed too good to be true, as though any moment I’d wake to realize it was all a dream.
Two years have flown by. My dreams are occasionally haunted by images of life without (or before) her. I’ll find myself regretfully married to a random woman from my past; my subconscious mind still knowing Mare Cris is the one I am supposed to be with. Or I’ll re-live my days as a romantically frustrated student (those dreams seem to happen more frequently now that I’ve moved back to my home town). I’m always relieved to wake up and find my wife lying next to me.
Life is sweet when you wake to see your most beautiful dream.
He who finds a wife finds a good thing
and obtains favor from the Lord.