Day 21/30: Moment you won’t forget. So David and I have said our vows, placed wedding rings on each other’s fingers, and signed our marriage contract. One more thing left to do before we were declared husband and wife: the honoring of parents.
It’s probably the part of the ceremony where I cried the most. I stuttered with my thank-you speech, sniffing and wiping my tears the whole time, and I embraced my Mom and held on to her for as long as I could. I know it’s not like I was saying good bye to my Mom, after all, she will always be a huge part of my life. But there was that inevitable moment of closure right then, like we suddenly grew up in that second, and we just knew that a lot of things were never going to be the same again.
It’s been almost three months since then and we continue to learn and grow in small doses each day. Sometimes it feels like we’re just playing house. We live in a small apartment that’s just enough for *exactly* two people, and I guess it’s the fact that our place is like a cute little doll house with a pretty view that makes us forget that hey, this is the real world we’re living in now.
And then there are moments when it feels like God is giving us an accelerated course on adulthood because we need to learn something and grow-up quick.
Like last Friday when David and I came home to an apartment with a broken window.
Someone broke into our home and stole our two Mac Books (an MBP and a white 13″), leaving us wondering if there’s still a safe place in this world. Within the next 24 hours, we had to deal with police officers and investigators and worried neighbors. It’s quite a traumatizing experience for a newly married couple, but we knew that it was a moment of profound awakening for me and my husband—something which God allowed to happen for reasons that are beyond us. Our eyes were opened to the realities of life, and we learned a lot of things we never would’ve learned otherwise.
At the end of the day, we still find joy and peace in our hearts, believing that there’s beauty in trusting a God we can’t see and often can’t understand. It’s that faith that cushioned us from all sides, protecting us from the impact of the incident, and allowing us to still sleep soundly at night.
As for the Mac Books that were stolen, well, those were the same Mac Books that got us through our long-distance relationship. I guess they already served their purpose, it’s time we let them go.