7 Days Later

A week ago Paolo & I got married. I woke up early (FIRST!), we actually managed to fill up a church and show up on time, we said our I do’s to each other & to God and we spent the rest of the night partying it up with (almost) everyone we love. It was pretty amazing.

Everyone is now asking me what being married feels like and while I joke and say that nothing much has changed, everything has changed.

I am now a wife. And not just anyone’s wife, Paolo’s wife. I am my best friends’ wife. Do you know how amazing that feels like? For one, we’re not “hiding” the fact that we live together and our union has been blessed by God, our friends and family. It’s special. It sounds silly to me that a ceremony changed all that but that’s just how it feels.

The dust has barely settled. I’m still swamped in photos and congratulations’, I barely have time to go to through photos, I have to go back to work, my secretary is leaving me in exactly a week and I still don’t have a replacement for her, family is still over, the house is a mess but I’m still on a chaotic; euphoric high.

In a couple of weeks, our life will return to normal and we’ll be entering the “real” married life- whatever that’s like. Honestly, I’m excited for our lives to actually start. I’m ready for the highs, the lows, the normal-ness of it all. I’m ready to spend the rest of my life with Paolo, as I always have been, it’s just crazy that this moment is finally here.

And so to my husband of 7 days exactly, this entire week has been a dream. A dream come true. Thank you for buying me kitchenware and for allowing me to spend time with my family and friends, for waking up every morning and calling me your wife with a smile on your face as if it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you. Thank you for waiting up for me and for giving me the peace I never thought I could ever have and for choosing to spend the rest of your life with me. Thank you for you for you.



Mrs. Jean Louise I. Perez- Gandionco

Published by issaplease

An online diary I started when I was 16. I'm not 16 anymore but I still function like one.

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