He stole my heart..
So, I stole his last name.
By now, unless you live under a rock, I'm positive anyone that reads my blog knows Julio and I finally made it official. We were married last Saturday, September 1. What a long, strange journey it has been. I knew from the first moments we spent together that this was something special. It only took a few months and we decided to relocate him from his home in Georgia to SC. But let me back up to HOW we met in the first place.
Twitter. Yes, twitter. Remember "follow Fridays"? (Do they still do those??) Apparently Julio saw where someone, we still cannot figure out who, recommended he follow me. He did, he found my blog and was intrigued. I can still remember when I received the email that "Darkwulfe is now following you". I clicked on the picture and thought, "Whatever, don't know him and he clearly doesn't know how to spell "wolf." Then he started tweeting me and we began to converse. I read his blog. I didn't agree with a single thing he posted. BUT, I was very attracted to this man that was raising his daughter on his own, having "date" nights with her, this man that apparently liked to read (an actual book!), this man that had opinions, had been through several traumatic life events and shared them, this man that liked to write. I was intrigued.
We started talking more and more. And laughing even more than that. Do you know how much fun that is? To laugh. Actually giggle. On a daily basis. With the one you love. It is amazing. And fun. We started planning weekend visits (he lived 6 hours away). Counting the days and minutes until we could see each other again. We began letting our kids get to know one another. We knew we had something very special.
Family. Not by blood, but by love.
I can tell you blending families is not easy. Not by a long shot. Julio has three children and I have three children. When he moved here he only had custody of one. By the following Summer his oldest, Becky and Ben, had decided they wanted to live with us permanently. In our three bedroom house. So we buckled down and began making plans. Two sets of bunk beds in the girls' room and one set in the boys. We merged. We struggled to try and be fair to all kids in daily arguments but we quickly learned a new favorite slogan: "the fair is where you buy cotton candy". We learn new strategies and new ways of dealing with the daily dramas of teenagers, preteens, younger daily. It is a crazy life, but I wouldn't have it any other way.