Dating in my 20s was fun at times, but equally frustrating. My mother never understood why I couldn’t choose a man to marry. What she should have asked me was why I couldn’t choose a FAMILY to marry!
My future husband and I were friends for several months when he asked a group of us over to his parents’ house for a July 4th celebration. We expected to have a good time at the beach and barbecuing, but what I didn’t expect was I would leave their home knowing exactly who I was going to marry. That day, I saw my friend interact with his family and watched him host their huge celebration. He made sure we were all comfortable, bringing us plate after plate of food and always making sure we had a beverage of our choice, all while having fun and just being himself around his family. I realized this was the man for me after seeing how he treated and interacted with his family. That very night I broke up with my boyfriend, hoping my friend and I would become more than just friends.
Today, we’re married with two kids. Every time we have friends or family over, I’m reminded why I married him. Every night he helps with the dishes, I’m reminded why I married him. And every Sunday, when we spend our day with his extended family, I’m reminded I married ALL of them, and it makes us complete. You don’t just marry a person; you also marry where they came from.
Lucky in love and family,
I Married Into a Great Family