After the long awaited formal wedding proposal was completed, my groom and I went to my aunt’s house (where I lived) for a few last minute errands that needed to be completed. I had to get my wedding dress, giveaways and my friend who would apply my make-up. Then we went back to the resort. The cameramen were already there waiting for us and about to start the filming. My family and relatives from the village were on their way to the city. As soon as we got back to our bungalow, I started getting dressed.
Throughout all the last minute preparations and busyness I didn’t really get a chance to think about what I was doing. The day I had dreamed of since I was a little girl was finally happening, but all I seemed to be able to feel was an enormous pressure being lifted from my shoulders after the last few weeks of final preparations, worry about his arrival and the last minute near disasters which had been mercifully avoided.
I had no time to think or worry about the obvious craziness or what many people would consider to be insanity that I was about to engaged in. Most women in my position would have been, and maybe I should have been, terrified by the thought of committing myself to a man who I had met online only a few months before and met face to face only a couple of hours ago. That kind of fear and worry were the furthest things from my mind. It could only have been God that gave me the unwavering confidence and calm to go ahead without the slightest of worries. There was no doubt in my mind, I was doing the right thing.