Gonna get married: advise/warning wanted!!
Yes my friends, old RookieOne is going to get married.
She told me "YES" two days ago during a "pink" dinner in an Italian Restaurant (ya know: flowers, candles, white wine and other stupid stuff).
Woooow!!, I didn't imagine she could be so direct to me. Well, she didn't told "YES", she said "SURE, ARE YOU KIDDING?".
So, it's time to left e-projects beside and save money for the event.
What are your experiences? What I'm gonna lose/win?
Have you even been afraid of your decision after saying "YES" ??
OK RookieOne, now that you have one memorable romantic moment remember that on your wedding day, as you stand next to the alter and look down that aisle and see your loving wife to be walking down it like an angel those are the same thoughts going through her mind
"I'll alter YOU!!!"
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE make sure the woman you want to marry is your FRIEND. If you canít sit and talk for hours now, it may become a very silent hell much later on. Living here doing that.
Cincinnati, Ohio USA
Joined Nov 2000
Always try to keep her Happy (A big job ) but if you keep her happy she'll keep you happy.
The first couple years can be tough until you figure each other out. be prepared to do a lot more giving at times than receiving but you'll find that this was a good decision.
Well after married 57 years to the same woman.... I'd do it all over again with the same woman. What that woman has put up with all those years (and still is!) She iis my best friend and I love her dearly! We raised 5 great kids and have grandkids and greatgrandkids all over the place! The kids all call or come over at least once a week. May you be as happy as we are.
The Daffodil Principle
Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, "Father, you must come see
the daffodils before they are over."
I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from my house to hers.
"I will come next Tuesday," I promised, a little reluctantly, on her third call.
The next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and so I
drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn's house and hugged and
greeted my grandchildren, I said, "Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is
invisible in the clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except
you and these children that I want to see bad enough to drive another inch!"
My daughter smiled calmly and said, "We drive in this all the time, Father."
"Well, you won't get me back on the road until it clears, and then I'm
heading for home!" I assured her.
"I was hoping you'd take me over to the garage to pick up my car."
"How far will we have to drive?"
"Just a few blocks," Carolyn said. "I'll drive. I'm used to this."
After several minutes, I had to ask, "Where are we going? This isn't the way
to the garage."
"We're going to my garage the long way," Carolyn smiled, "by way of the
"Carolyn," I said sternly, "please turn around."
"It's all right, Father, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if
you miss this experience."
After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a
small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand-lettered sign that
read, "Daffodil Garden." We got out of the car and each took a child's hand,
and I followed Carolyn down the path. Then, we turned a corner of the path,
and I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight. It looked
as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it down over the
mountain peak and slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling
patterns--great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, white, lemon yellow,
salmon pink, saffron, and butter yellow. Each different-colored variety was
planted as a group so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its
own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers.
"But, who has done this?" I asked Carolyn.
"It's just one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the property. That's
her home," Carolyn pointed toward a well kept frame house that looked small
and modest in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house. On the
patio, we saw a poster.
"Answers to the questions I know you are asking" was the headline. The first
answer was a simple one: 50,000 bulbs," it read. The second answer was, "One
at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet, and very little brain." The
third answer was, "Began in 1958." There it was. The Daffodil Principle. For
me, that moment was a life-changing experience. I thought of this woman whom
I had never met, who, more than forty years before had begun--one bulb at a
time--to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountain top.
Still, just planting one bulb at a time, year after year, had changed
this world. This unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she
lived. She had created something of indescribable magnificence,
beauty and inspiration.
The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of
celebration. That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step
at a time--often just one baby-step at a time--and learning to love the
doing. Learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny
pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can
accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world.
"It makes me sad in a way," I admitted to Carolyn. "What might I have
accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five or forty years
ago and had worked away at it 'one bulb at a time' through all those years.
Just think what I might have been able to achieve!"
My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way. "Start
today," she said. "It's so pointless to think of the lost hours of
yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson of celebration instead of a
cause for regret is to only ask, "How can I put this to use today?"
We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married,
have a baby, then another. Then we are frustrated that the kids aren't old
enough and we'll be more content when they are. After that, we are frustrated
that we have teenagers to deal with. We will certainly be happy when they are
out of that stage. We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our
spouse gets his or her act together, when we get a nicer car or bigger house
or when we are able to go on a nice vacation, or when we retire.
The truth is, there's no better time to be happy than right now. If not now,
when? Your life will always be filled with challenges. It's best to admit
this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway. Happiness is the way. So,
treasure every moment that you have and treasure it more because you shared
it with someone special, special enough to spend your time with. And,
remember that time waits for no one.
So, stop waiting.
There is no better time than right now to be happy. Happiness is a
journey, not a destination. So work like you don't need money, love like
you've never been hurt, and dance like no one's watching.
Ouuuch !!! Sass, where's your sense of romanticism??
You guys, yours are great words, specially DNA's.
"Happiness is a journey, not a destination": there's a similar phrase in an Aerosmith song.
I think she's my friend and she likes planes too (even if she's pharmacist !).
I'm going for it..............geeeez!!
Avoid your friends putting comments in newsletters etc. - 30-odd years on, I'm still getting reminded (wives remember EVERYTHING) that my pal wrote a report to the Aeromodeller Magazine that it was a case of 'girl off the shelf, models on the shelf'. My wife didn't like that one little bit.
Congratulations, and thanks for joining the rest of us. Why should single folks have time and money to do what they want.
Shhh! I'm going to tell you a secret. You must swear to only use this in an emergency. You must never let on that we know this magic chant.
If ever you are really in big trouble and need an out, pull the ripcord and speak the following words slowly, deliberately and with heartfelt sincerity.
You were right, I was wrong.
I love you.
There it is. Go forth and use this magic wisely.
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