All I noticed was that young fine man, I was about to pledge my life to. (The one who had asked me to marry him even after gaining a wealth of knowledge on my obscene past. The one who had studied my good and bad habits for 4 years plus...the one who gathered up the courage to invent such a magical proposal for a mere me...I wasn't sure I was worthy and weirdly he had mentioned how unworthy of me, he was. It just didn't add up)
He stood there in a distinguishly fitted suit, immaculate rich sacramento state glossy green tie and that bright smile, I die for every si.....ngle time. As I stared at him, my mind travelled into those eyes and I made a vow from my heart. I saw myself sitting in my bedazzled-sweet-heart boob-poofed-up wedding dress in a garden thinking up my bucket list.
I will cook till my hubby is full...ill, upset, whatever the mood....he would be fed by me, no maids unless we are eating out.
I will launder his clothes
I will satisfy every desire within my power, contributing opinion, intellect while still in obedience to my hubby as "olowo ori mi"
His mum will be my mum, his dad, my dad, his siblings my siblings.
I will forgive even when it hurts to let go and I will apologize in the early stages of an offense.
I will remind him of how much I love him
I will give him his space and avoid every glaring necessity to nag, but I will remind as softly as I can.
I will keep our business, OUR business
I will avoid letting anyone know my hubbys weaknesses, faults.
I will pamper his ego and keep him reminded that he is the man.
These things I must do, before I die....so help me God
...and then I snapped out of the garden...I had gotten to the end of the aisle, when my dad handed me over to my dream.