September has been so far great. The month kicked off with Mom’s 3-day birthday celebration that ended on a high note last weekend. This week, there are three other occasions worth celebrating about: (1) Roan and I have been married for nine months; (2) our friends, Laviel and Rivka, celebrated their second wedding anniversary with their little boss, Lucio; and (3) it’s worth remembering that my favorite grandfather would have been 89 today.
Anyway, since Roan and I started dating in 2009, we weren’t the type to actually celebrate monthly because we’ve been miles apart for most of the time. However, we always acknowledged this by exchanging “happy birthday’s” to simply remind each other how far we’re in the relationship. Sticking with the tradition, allow me to share a bit more about us here.
If I haven’t already mentioned before, my mother didn’t approve of Roan when we were still at the getting-to-know-each-other stage. She used to be overcritical with the idea of dating a soldier, more so in a long-distance relationship. Let’s just say that Mom belonged to the majority of people who don’t believe that such love affair works.
Roan’s mother, however, took the news about our budding relationship differently. As it turned out, Roan wasn’t the type to present girls he had dated, and the first time he did, his mother disapproved of the girl in so many levels. Because Roan and I have known each other since high school, his mother was in jubilation when his son formally introduced me as his girlfriend.
My now-mother-in-law has always regarded me as someone with beauty and brains. She refused to believe that his son managed to pursue me, and that I entertained him (despite my parents’ disapproval in the beginning). You see, Roan and I adore each other even though we’re polar opposites. Somehow, his mother couldn’t wrap her head around the thought of us as a couple, and we both find it hilarious.
Now that I’ve walked you through the difference between our personalities, you may think that my mother-in-law believed that I was the best thing ever happened to his son. Truth is, it’s the other way around. There’s no point comparing, but Roan was the first and only boyfriend I had that really got me into fitness. Wait, let me get that straight—he never told me nasty things about my weight or how I look, but his major transformation inspired me to be active and change my lifestyle altogether. I’ve known him as a chubby person from more than ten years ago, so when I saw him again since he joined the army, I was really impressed by how much he’d changed. It wasn’t just physical attraction because it takes discipline to actually see such tremendous results. Another thing I admire about my now-husband (apart from his punctuality) is how he makes me feel secure since day 1. It isn’t simply about being protective, but he goes beyond merely ensuring that I am safe. In another context, Roan has never presented me with reasons to doubt his fidelity in our relationship. I am a very jealous person, but it isn’t because I have legit reasons to feel that way. I just tend to feel insecure of superficial women that may pose as threat in our relationship. Get it? Most importantly, my husband puts up with me epecially when I’m being neurotic and hormonal.
It felt like I had to put my husband in the spotlight because he deserves it. It does make me feel uncomfortable sometimes when people see me as my husband’s lucky charm. I feel like I don’t deserve to take full credit in our relationship because it’s a consensus effort to sustain and improve whatever we have already established from the beginning. Marriage is a lifetime commitment that we will continue to work hard for regardless of circumstances that come our way. I married Roan for the right reasons, and these do my heart good.