The intent is all that matters!

 

Picture Courtesy: Carolyn Brandt

They say it takes a village to host a wedding, and it's not an overestimation. But we'll come to that later. For starters let me tell you How I Told My Mother about the guy I fell in love with. 

Here's 'The Announcement'

Months of discussion on whether to inform families and weeks of deliberations on how to do that I came up with a plan & executed it just right. It still makes me think how I gathered the guts to do that and makes me laugh every time. 

Backstory: My parents had started sending me pictures of random guys and prospect husbands but I was in a long term relationship. Even though I was quite sick of a telephonic, small talk relationship, I knew I was with the right person. I knew I wanted to be able to spend more time to have deeper conversations with him, share a meal, travel, take joint decisions and much more, so I thought - let's do it? 

8 long work hours of Saturday later, I got in the car, left for home and realised midway that maybe I'm not ready, but I knew that's only because I hadn't decided my outfit and didn't have my friends around to give me a pep talk or share the moment or record it. But it was momentary. When we know we are doing the right thing, with the right intentions, we get courageous. In that moment, we get the not- everything-has-to-be-perfect spotlight. 

I shook the nerves off and gathered the guts to read the text from my boy. It said "ETA: 1 hour". I gulped my fear down the throat, nervously smiled looking at the mirror in the lift and opened the door to my house. 

After a normal post work -day-hugging-smiling-daily-office-chit-chat over tea, I told my mother some of my 'friends' are coming over and waited for my boy to ring the bell. I told my mother to get ready she was surprised but confused but she did it anyway!

Here's how the scene played:

Frame 1: She entered the room in her penguin walk, saw my boy sitting there alone

Frame 2: He stood up and bowed.

Frame 3: She made small talk, bowed her head in response

Frame 4: My evil self smirks a little and I go "No one else is coming. This is the man. You have been asking me to meet boys and start thinking about wedding, so here's the boy!

And that's How I Told My Mother about the love of my life.