Today is the 3-year anniversary of the day Carlos and I met. Before he was boyfriend, Carlos wasn’t my best friend or someone I had a crush on. He wasn’t someone I knew or even knew existed. One minute he wasn’t there, and the next minute he was. I remember having a conversation with myself within a few minutes of meeting him that went something like this:
“I would like to marry him,” I thought.
“That’s crazy, you don’t even know him,” I argued.
“Yes,” I countered, “but I knew enough to know I have never met anyone like him and never will. That means I’ll just have to marry him.”
Of course, our road to marriage wasn’t that easy. There were many times I doubted me, him, our relationship, everything. But I always seemed to go back to the fact that there wasn’t a Carlos before Carlos, and there would never be one after him.
Carlos and I got married on Saturday. He has become my best friend. My crush. Someone I know better than probably anyone. He has my whole heart for the rest of my life. Where he goes, I will go, and where he stays, I will stay. His people will be my people, and his God, my God (Ruth 1:16 adaptation).
The last 3 years have undoubtedly been the best of my life, and I’m looking forward to the rest of my life with my favorite boy.