"You have pronounced yourselves husband and wife but remember to always be each other's best friend. You may now kiss the bride".
December 22nd of 1999, exactly eleven years ago I got married to the love of my life.
As most of you know by now, I grew up with divorced parents. I think I was around nine years old when my parents got divorced but I never paid a great deal of attention to the reasons why their marriage didn't work out; I just accepted it. One day, all of a sudden my Dad was not living in our house anymore and my sister and I got to see him every other weekend. That was the arrangement. It didn't seem unusual or weird at all, since I wasn't the only kid with divorced parents; actually, most of my friends' parents at the moment were going through the same ordeal. Sad but true.
I remember having friends in high school that could not wait to get married and have kids; and I also remember thinking to myself there is no way I'm getting married before I turn thirty and forget about having kids! I was so wrong.
I'm sure you remember how I met my husband and most of us have great and unique memories of the moment we met that special someone; after all, most relationships and marriages start by falling in love. But, when do we actually know that we want to make the big commitment? How does it happen? When do we know that this perfect person, that we love so much, is the one? And most importantly, how do we know if this is going to work out, or if this is going to end up as another statistic? I have no idea; I guess that if I had the answers to these questions the divorce rate wouldn't be as alarming as it is today. I just knew that, when I married Enrico, I wanted it to be forever.
Now, let's rewind a good fourteen years back to try to answer some of the above mentioned questions.
At the beginning, all I could do was think about him, he was perfect in every possible way and I was the happiest girl in the world. We had the best relationship and nothing could destroy that joy, that happiness, that euphoria that young couples feel. Wrong again.
At the young age of twenty, I struggled with depression. I went from the happiest girl in the world to the saddest, most miserable girl in the world. Why was this happening to me? Could this have been prevented? Why couldn't I be myself again? These questions kept on haunting me day after day. During those dark times of my life I received a great deal of support from both family and friends, but I could have never done it without the unconditonal love of Enrico...And that's when I knew he was the one. In that exact moment I knew I wanted to be married to him; if we were able to overcome such a difficult experience, the sky was the limit.
Today is my eleventh wedding anniversary. The person that didn't want to get married young, got married at age twenty-three. The person that never wanted to have kids, today has two healthy and beautiful children. The person that came from a broken family is now happily married and absolutely loves her husband in a million different ways. The person that over twelve years ago struggled with depression, never had to go through that darkness again.
It hasn't always been happiness and joy; of course not. Marriage is a labor of love; we've been through miscarriages, fights, very dark and difficult times and I am sure that there will be many, many more struggles that will test our relationship along the way. After all, it is part of life; you live and you learn.
Like most couples, Enrico and I had a song; ours was After All by Cher and Peter Cetera. Granted, I got married in 1999 and this song was released in 1989. Well, the day of our wedding the musicians were supposed to play our song at the end of the ceremony but they forgot to play it. We were very dissapointed about it, but it wasn't a big deal, we were now ready to party at the reception with family and friends. While driving to our wedding reception, the driver asked if we wanted to listen to the radio and, of course, we said yes. Within five seconds, our song started playing on the radio. To this day, the thought of it, still gives me goosebumps. Was it fate? Oh, I love to think about it that way!
Today, I celebrate eleven years married to the most amazing, beautiful and intelligent man that I know; my best friend, my love, my partner. I will do it all over again in a heartbeat. I love you today more than ever and will promise to be by your side through the good times and the bad times until the end of time; just like we promised to each other in front of family and friends exactly eleven years ago.
Happy Anniversary, Enrico!