If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you know that my story with Carlos began in January 2012 at a pub in Dublin, Ireland. I knew from the beginning with Carlos that our odds weren’t good. Meeting someone in a foreign country that doesn’t speak your native language, is 6 years older, and has a different religious background and family values isn’t exactly a recipe for long-term relationship success. However, I always had a bizarrely peaceful feeling that, in the end, everythingwould be okay. Still, I prayed a lot. I knew that were ourrelationship to be a success, God would have to do some miracles. One of my most common prayers in the firstfew weeks and months went something like this: “God, I have no idea how you are going to work this out, because it seems impossible, but I know you can. And I also knowthat if you can work it out, I would be so thankful to have Carlos in the end.”
To be honest, that prayer never really stopped. This relationship hasn’t been easy. Saying good-bye to him in Dublin and then being apart for a year was obviously hard, but perhaps even more difficult was the period of adjustment after I moved to Saltillo. I was expecting our relationship to suddenly be perfect, and when it wasn’t, my spirits dropped pretty low for a while.
For a lot of months, our relationship was pretty fragile. However, the hard times have made us infinitely stronger. We are now good communicators and know how to prevent and resolve arguments. I have learned the hard way that Carlos is not my Savior, and I should never put unfair expectations on him. We have been (and still are) committed to changing various things in ourselves that weaken the relationship.
Carlos recently told me that, now, he feels like I’m his best friend. In the past, whenever I heard people describe their romantic partners as “best friends,” I never quite understood. But now I do, because I feel just how Carlos does. Your best friend is someone you always feel comfortable around, someone you can always rely on, someone who knows the worst qualities about you and still accepts you, someone who you know will always have a special place in your heart (and vice versa).
How does Carlos and I’s story end? Well, it doesn’t. God did lots of miracles, answered my prayers, and is giving me what my heart desired: that Carlos would be my husband. The ring finger on my left hand is now sporting a beautiful ring, which means that I get to spend the rest of my life with that boy who made an impression on my heart from the very first day. It means that out life will certainly be full of good times and more hard times, but we will face them together. It means that, I will forever have a reminder of God and His grace, because Carlos is a gift I will never, ever deserve.
Thanks for being my boy, osito, and everything else, Carlos. I love you!