Last month, I married the love of my life.
It’s a long story filled with details too private to share here, but “loved one” (as I’ve called her) and I went from best friends to life partners in the blink of an eye.
(Okay, so there were endless late-night heart-to-heart conversations, weeks and months of thinking we were still friends when everyone around us knew better, and an avalanche of heartaching logistics and red tape involved.)
But we were married in Gemma’s church in Citrusville (faithful readers will recognize Gemma from Gemstone), with one of my quilting granny friends (retired pastor) officiating alongside the pastor of Gemma’s church.
As the saying goes, life is what happens while you’re making other plans.
Neither of us had any intention of falling in love. We’re set in our ways, and we considered ourselves best friends, sisters, and platonic soul mates.
Apparently, we are ace champions at denial and stealth dating. Except I think at least one person is supposed to know it’s dating when it’s stealth. 😀
(I won’t get TMI here, but…uh…not platonic. At least not anymore. 😉 )
There is a mountain of paperwork, bureaucratic obstacles, and endless practical details to sort out before we can find out happy ever after, but for now we wear our wedding rings and live in hope.
Waiting, not so patiently, for love.
And love triumphant.
A not-at-all-real-life new book, An American in England, is currently in progress and will be published in the fairly distant future. Look for sneak previews coming soon. The first two work-in-progress chapters are available to Patreon subcribers.