A friend of mine recently mentioned arranged marriages. The first thought I had was a comment my mom made when I was in 5th grade. I'd never thought of it as her arranging anything, but she definitely put the thought in my mind and if my parents had been in the business of arranging marriages, they may have actually chosen the same way I did.
See, in 5th grade I liked two boys: Joe Marcin and Scott Gebel.
It depended on the week who I liked more. But one day my mom and I must have been talking about who I liked and she mentioned Scott and I said, "What? Scott? No way. He's too boring. I like Joe."
I don't think I could see Mom's face, but it was a while ago so I can't say for sure. But I feel like I heard her smile more than I saw it when she responded, "You're probably going to end up marrying Scott."
I don't know how the rest of that chit chat went. I probably said, "Whatever!" and walked away. That sounds like something a pre-teen would do. Most likely I rolled my eyes too.
A few years later those swimmers shoulders and too-tight jeans had my attention. Joe was still a good friend, but never anything more. But, Scott...he became more. He probably was way back in middle school when Mom first planted that seed.
In the movies Prince Charming often wears armor or a cape. He's riding a brilliant steed or driving a fancy car. And always...he's charming. Scott is many things...but charming probably isn't one of the adjectives others would use to describe him. He's direct, honest, confident, loyal, smart, strong, motivated, loving. He's more than I could have asked for. In fact, he's more than I thought I was getting! He's incredible, truly, but not necessarily charming. He'll likely never think of a candlelit dinner as his ideal date night. He rarely buys me flowers or jewelry. And I'd have to really beg to get him to take me to a play.
Perhaps he's not Prince Charming.
I did fall in love with him over pizza and wings and Euchre games. He did smell like the farm for many years and break up with me days before our senior trip. He may like to watch Two and A Half Men because Charlie makes him look good. This is the man who chose me.
Or, as my dad is fond of saying, I chased him until he caught me.
Even though he may not be Hollywood's idea of perfection and charm...he's mine. There's not a better match out there for me. There's not a man who could hold my attention like Scott does. No matter what you call him, what adjectives you use, he's my match, my mate, my friend, my love.
And, by the way...I'm no princess.
But today, tomorrow, and always...I'll be Scott's wife.