I still remember the day my girlfriend accepted for us to get married. It took me all I had to gather the courage to announce it to mom, my brothers and the people I care about. We’ve been together for four and a half years now and time just seems to fly by so fast. I still remember the day we met. I was handling the store and taking some classes online when this girl I met in college a long time ago came in asking for some suggestions of things she could give to her brother. We talked for some time and I don’t know what got into me that day, I just asked her out. It’s not like me to ask someone out with the burden I carry with my brothers. Odd hours of sleep, sometimes being long hours without sleeping, thankfully she was surprisingly quite understanding.
I woke up the morning after proposing to her, knowing I wouldn’t be able to hide it from mom, so we both got over to the kitchen and found mom drinking her morning coffee with a big smile on her face as if she knew I had something to tell. “Come to tell me something Embry?” she asked me. I was taken by surprise, not thinking I was so obvious. “How did you know I had something to tell you mom?” I asked. “You’ve got that big grin on your face that is dying to tell someone some big news” she answered, knowing me too well.
“Well”, turning to look at my beautiful girlfriend, taking her hand as I talk to mom, “I… we’re… getting married! I proposed last night and she accepted.”
“I’m so happy for you two!” she told us, excited. “When are you guys getting married? Has anything been talked yet?”
“Mom! It’s way too early for that still” I chuckled. “We wanted to tell you and the others before starting to organise everything, but I don’t want to wait too long. This feels right somehow.”
She was so happy that day and told me that if we needed her help with anything to let her know. It’s just like her, always wanting to help others no matter how busy she can get. It got so busy that day telling everyone about the big news, it got me tired much faster than I usually do. I lay back down to sleep that night and fell into a deep sleep.
I woke up the next morning, sitting alone in my bed, sighing almost sad that I was just dreaming. Should I just dive in and try to experiment the life of being single or keep waiting for the right one to come? That dream I had that night woke up a feeling in me I thought buried deep inside. I’d have to figure something out soon.