When We Decided To Get Married, Again

What does it feel like to have your dreams come true? Dreams that you very well know will look too weird now, if they will come true.

I was going through the same emotions when I was standing in the Church, wearing a white gorgeous dress, with a new Ring in my fingers and my hand being held by love of my life, my hubby. I had three little pair of hands too, clutching my dress tightly, at the bottom.

It’s just happen that I have a very spontaneous husband. He is romantic in his very own way. So, we were just enjoying our cup of tea, lying on our couch, watching a news show or a cartoon (I don’t remember that part exactly), when he said “I love you, yaar. Will you marry me again?”

I laughed and laughed till he has almost asked me a hundredth time “I am serious. Tell me, if you will get a chance, will you marry me again”?

“Yes. Yes, off-course yes. I want to marry you again and again, but I am already married to you.” I said, still laughing.

That’s it. End of discussion. Atleast that’s what I thought.

Next day, he came all cheery and smiling from his office (actually, he daily came cheering and smiling), and handed me some pamphlets and books, from Church.

“ I have booked it.” he said proudly, still grinning from one ear to another.

Me “Whaaaattttttt”?

Can you expect any other reaction? Just to clarify, we have been married now for almost five years, and have three beautiful kids too.

He has booked the church, talked to the priest/father, and finalized day and date, which was actually just two days away. (Just TWO Days)

How could you do this? How are we going to manage? What are you thinking? Are you out of your mind? Believe me, what I said was much more than just these questions. 😛

He has even selected the clothes. Took me to a beautiful wedding store, picked out the wedding bridal gown (I loved it by the way). We nailed down some little tuxedos for our twin boys Otu and Renne, and one little white princess gown for Tisha. Every accessory, including rings. All in a day. Because next day was Wedding day.

Invited everyone by phone. Didn’t even had the list. So invited whoever came to mind. Then and there. Done.

Next day, or shall I say, The Wedding Day, I was panicking, nothing unusual about it. Hubby was relaxed. Friends were sorting out everything, from flowers to cake, everyone was rushing, except my hubby.

How could he be so relaxed? I was almost sure that all of this could have been a Big Prank, that he is playing on me. I was already preparing my hate speech which I would have delivered after the great unveiling of this prank.

Just then, a big black and white Limousine stopped in front of our home, and finally all the sense started sinking into me. Yes, this is happening. Really happening. I am about to get married again. My Marriage day.

We landed in our big long Limo, stepped in the Church, surrounded by all the friends and well wishers. Being blessed for a Happy Married life ahead, we exchanged our blessed Rings, and took vows, again to love each other for the rest of our lives.

Whole thing was so beautifully arranged, all thanks to hubby and his friends. Had a grand reception at an Indian restaurant and cut the cake, which was also for our Birthday, falling on the same day.

This wedding, we enjoyed it, I was less nervous and with the company of my three kids, I was on cloud nine, still am. 😀

Sometimes, there are small small things in life which makes up for a happy day, and sometimes, a big gesture by your loved one is enough to make you smile and cherish it for the rest of your life.