I’m getting married. I am getting married to a chef. It’s funny how things turn out in the end, when you find the man of your dreams at 40 years of age. We are hitching in November when the air is cool and things are turning colors. Life has turned for me, since finding Adam. Who ever knew that I could find someone? It is meant to be, for sure.
Despite us being chefs, we have decided to let someone else construct our wedding menu. Someone else will draw and color our cake. Someone else will do the dishes and clean the floors. For one day, we will be coddled by others that care about us and be numero uno.
When I was a child, I never dreamed of my wedding day. I did not dream of big galas and strawberry shortcakes with pet elephants in boas. I was more of a thinker; a realist. I lived in my head as a child; analyzing my friend’s lives and carrying on with kids that were soft and safe. Risk, needless to say, is not in my vocabulary.
It was not until I turned forty, that I took a risk and met Adam. I am so glad I did! We walk through life with the same step and stride; hoping to start a food truck with stellar foods for our community. With less than a month till the wedding, I am truly happy.