For the past few weeks, I've been toying the idea of a blog come back. But as usual, life just gets busy and I postpone my decision yet again.
Last week, one of my blog friends, Jenna, announced they would do a blog series about love and Marriage. I made a note to myself and decided to wait until the kickoff day to see if I would be able to join.
And today, all the stars aligned and I actually have time to sit in front of my computer to blog.
Today’s theme is: How we met? I already published this story but it is always fun to re-read and add a few more details.
We met at Chicago O’Hare Airport in October 1999 and it was love at first sight, but our lives were so busy and he had this great chance to work outside Brazil that we just kept our lives in the destiny’s hands. Every time he came to Brazil, he went to my hometown and we had those wonderful memories to keep us going. He is from São Paulo and I am from Curitiba. It is about 450 kilometers (280 miles). We talked over the phone every day and we exchanged e-mails all day and on weekends. But the distance was our constant enemy.
June 25, 2000 was a Sunday night, right after the Corpus Christy Holiday. I had worked all weekend including the holiday, because I worked in the IT area and we were about to implement a new ERP.
He called with a very serious voice. He was sounding really nervous, when he told me that on the previous Friday his boss had changed his employee status from traveler to International Service Employee and that he wanted to marry me.
It was quite a fairy tale, especially because we had seen each other 6 times in person. Our relationship was based on phone calls and e-mails. I didn’t have any doubts about what I felt for him that I just said yes. And on the following minute, we started to plan how we would tell to our parents and how my life would change a lot. It was a dream coming true.
The part, that I never tell, is: my parents didn't approve our relationship. As in, they didn’t even go to our wedding. We schedule our wedding for February 28th, 2001. It was Ash Wednesday. Since my parents didn’t approve we decided to just go to the City Hall and get married. My grandparents, uncle, aunt, cousins and a few friends were there to support us. And I am glad they went to stood behind me, even though all of them (or most of) thought we were crazy and within a month I would come back home begging for shelter and forgiveness.
Well, I am proud to say after 12 years from that date, our marriage is stronger than ever, we have a beautiful daughter and it seems we are starting to walk on an even ground with my family.
It is funny to tell this story to everyone, because just a few people know it the way that really happened.