Marriage isn’t easy. I don’t want to burst any bubbles out there, but what begins as a miracle of seemingly chance encounters and that sudden knowing that this person is the one, takes some work to maintain. At the start, that person, who you swear you’ve always known somehow even though you’ve only just met, … More The Miracle of Us
Another excerpt from “The Miracle of Us: Confessions of Two Online Daters” Brendan and I sneaked off without kids to watch a cricket match… It appealed to my sense of adventure to leave at bedtime for a night out. I grabbed Brendan’s hand as we went outside to the car. “Isn’t it fun to sneak … More Cricket Anyone?
I confess that writing a blog while writing a book on the same topic is a little tricky especially when they aren’t exactly coinciding. My blog is ahead of my book, but I realize I’ve left parts out…crucial parts, and I tend to feel tempted to go back and fill in the blanks. For those … More Relationships
By the time we had Brendan’s police report, medical clearances (sealed in unopened envelopes), birth certificates, death certificate, copies of current passports and the copied stack of all the original application paperwork, we only had a few weeks left until our wedding. We had booked airline tickets for Brendan and the kids because we felt … More It Only Gets Better
A week after we found out that Brendan’s police report would take 6-8 weeks, which would be 1-3 weeks past our planned wedding, Brendan decided to call and check on the progress anyway. Turns out, a clerical error had caused his paperwork to be misplaced. Could things get worse? Initially, it didn’t seem like it. … More Miracles Happen…Immigration Still Continuing
Two weeks passed and we had less than two weeks until Brian and Carol’s wedding so we no longer expected that Brendan would be able to move here in time. Our plan B was for him to at least visit and be Brian’s best man, but even that couldn’t be managed as he tried to … More Immigration Continued Part 2…
Despair is the word I used in my journal to describe my feelings about missing Brendan and expecting government bureaucracy to cooperate with our plans to be reunited for an April wedding. I woke up every morning feeling sad with my heart achy and restless for him. I watched Brendan’s eyes show the same despair … More Immigrating Continued…