This holiday weekend we all went around the table and, in the most predictable fashion, gave thanks. My mom gave thanks to my sister for giving her grandchildren – but as we were wrapping up and Jeremy was helping with dishes she told Jeremy how thankful she was that he married me.
You see, a little over 4 years ago Jeremy asked my parents, in a hotel room in Orlando, Florida, for permission to marry me. It was early in the morning and I was in the hotel cafeteria getting us coffee when he showed them the tiny heirloom ring that he would propose with. They gave him permission but they also gave him a word of precaution… that I can be a handful. That being married to me wouldn’t be easy. He promised them that he could handle it – that he thought it would be fun. That evening, after making ourselves dizzy on the Mad Tea Party ride at Disneyworld, Jeremy proposed. I still had fresh wounds from a failed starter marriage. I had no idea what I was getting myself in to. But I trusted him enough to say yes.
Over four years later I’ve absolutely proven myself to be a handful and Jeremy continues to handle it like a champ. And me? I am most definitely thankful for what I’ve gotten myself into.