Why do we 'I Do' ?

I’m getting married in 5 days. Yep. I’ll be a wife this time next week and I can’t wait.

It wasn’t until a couple of weeks after Owbags and I got engaged that I actually starting thinking seriously about what marriage means.

In our society, it’s every girls dream to get married. We fantasize about pretty dresses and prince charming but in all our dreaming we forget to seriously consider the act of marriage and what it actually means to us. That seems to be the boring part.

Today marriage is becoming a lot more of an event rather than a serious lifetime commitment. Over the past two decades, divorce rates have skyrocketed and the wedding industry is booming out of control.

No doubt there’s a heap of love involved but I do wonder how seriously tying the knot is being taken these days. As soon as he pops the question, there’s no time to ponder whether you can really see yourself with this man forever because you’re way too busy rolling out the lifetime dream of tulle, sappy love songs and marzipan.

Today, I think choice and freedom can be blamed for these ironic facts. We choose to be happy and we can be. If we’re unhappy in a marriage then we’ll end it. In a society of people who want quick fixes and to work less with the same rewards, these statistics are kind of inevitable.

But can someone please tell me where the real love has gone? The love that will stick it out through thick and thin, for richer for poorer in sickness and in health. The love that can see through the hard times, can find romance in the small things and remembers all the reasons you fell in love in the first place?

Owbags and I have been together for a long while now and I think we’ve had our fair share of ups and downs to test us. However I’ll never be that smug as to say that we’ve finally made it, nor are we kidding ourselves into thinking that the rest of our lives are going to be peachy because we are going to exchange rings and make some promises.

All I know is that I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with my best friend. The one who has seen me at my worst on a dodgy hostel floor in Nicaragua, the one who doesn’t mind if I eat the best part of his dinner and the one who makes me feel at home wherever I am in the world. I know that the future holds lots of challenges and bucket loads of joy and I cant wait for either because I’ll be sharing them with my husband.