For the past few weeks, I've been
toying the idea of a blog come back. But as usual, life just gets busy and I
postpone my decision yet again.
Last week, one of my blog
friends, Jenna, announced they would do a blog series about love and Marriage. I
made a note to myself and decided to wait until the kickoff day to see if I
would be able to join.
And
today, all the stars aligned and I actually have time to sit in front of my
computer to blog.
Today’s theme is: How
we met? I already published this story but it is always fun to re-read and add
a few more details.
We met at Chicago O’Hare Airport in October
1999 and it was love at first sight, but our lives were so busy and he had this
great chance to work outside Brazil that we just kept our lives in the
destiny’s hands. Every time he came to Brazil, he went to my hometown and we
had those wonderful memories to keep us going. He is from São Paulo and I am
from Curitiba. It is about 450 kilometers (280 miles). We talked over the phone
every day and we exchanged e-mails all day and on weekends. But the distance
was our constant enemy.
June 25, 2000 was a Sunday night, right
after the Corpus Christy Holiday. I had worked all weekend including the
holiday, because I worked in the IT area and we were about to implement a new
ERP.
He called with a very serious voice. He was
sounding really nervous, when he told me that on the previous Friday his boss
had changed his employee status from traveler to International Service Employee
and that he wanted to marry me.
It was quite a fairy tale, especially
because we had seen each other 6 times in person. Our relationship was based on
phone calls and e-mails. I didn’t have any doubts about what I felt for him
that I just said yes. And on the following minute, we started to plan how we
would tell to our parents and how my life would change a lot. It was a dream
coming true.
The part, that I never tell, is: my parents didn't approve our
relationship. As in, they didn’t even go to our wedding. We schedule our
wedding for February 28th, 2001. It was Ash Wednesday. Since my
parents didn’t approve we decided to just go to the City Hall and get married.
My grandparents, uncle, aunt, cousins and a few friends were there to support
us. And I am glad they went to stood behind me, even though all of them (or
most of) thought we were crazy and within a month I would come back home
begging for shelter and forgiveness.
Well, I am proud to say after 12 years from that date, our marriage
is stronger than ever, we have a beautiful daughter and it seems we are
starting to walk on an even ground with my family.
It is funny to tell this story to everyone,
because just a few people know it the way that really happened.



















