A couple of months ago, TZ applied for a job in Japan. This had somewhat become a hobby for him as it seemed every night he was applying for a job in Brussels, Germany, Hawaii...any where but here.
Yes we had discussed the possibility of moving overseas MANY times (it's as if he always knew we were gonna end up somewhere!) but of course, me being the realist (some would say pessimist) that I am, I doubted it would ever happen (yay me for being oh so supportive, ha!).
Anyway, TZ submitted his app and lo and behold, a few weeks later got a reply back that he was selected for an interview. I remember the night he interviewed, a random phone interview at 9 o'clock PM, and how afterwards he swore he bombed it. We laughed it off and said, well...it was a learning experience if anything. I never thought of it again.
Fast forward a few weeks later. I'm in bed half sleeping, half wishing Lukas would stop nursing already and it's close to midnight. TZ busts through the door and excitedly declares he's been offered the position. "WHAAAA???! HUH??? WHO? WHAT??" was my immediate reaction; again, I had a small child latched to me and to be honest I was kinda mad he had come in and interrupted the little sleep I'm able to get nowadays :) "So are you taking it?"..."Hell yea I'm taking it!"
And just like that we were thrown into a crazy marathon of emails, phone calls, and making a mad dash to get birth certificates, passports, medical records oh and did I mention a marriage certificate? Yes that's right...this move to Okinawa has forced TZ and I into marriage. In a good way of course. I won't go into our whole spiel on why we hadn't gotten married 8+ years, 2 kids, and 2 houses later because as far as we were both concerned, we had been a "married" couple for many years. Still, I was caught off guard when he told me we'd have to get married. "Are you sure?!"-me..."Yes!"-TZ. I love how romantic we are.
That in itself was a whole other story, which probably deserves its own blog post but I'm too lazy to stop typing and if you've read this far than what's another paragraph or two? So on May 28th, unbeknownst to any of our family and friends, after dropping the boys off at daycare & camp, TZ and I met at city hall to get married. Well actually we planned to apply for a marriage license which would allow us to get married in 72 hours. But of course when we explained our situation to clerk lady, she said she'd waive the waiting period for us and oh hey, I know a minister that can be here in 5 minutes to marry y'all! I was in my fabulous work t-shirt and jeans and TZ in work clothes too (he was actually dressed better than me!).
The whole process happened really quick and is kinda a blur now. But I will say this-it was sweet and intimate and I'm actually happy with how we went about finally getting married. Yes I would have wanted the boys and our close family and friends to have been there, but there was something weirdly beautiful, dare I say romantic, about getting married in this small, super cheesy chapel by a quirky minister. I cried, TZ cried...we exchanged vows and that was that. And just yesterday while grocery shopping I finally actually read the quote on my Downton Abbey (don't hate) reusable bag my awesome co worker got me; and yea, it pretty much sums up my sentiments. Now back to the craziness of trying to mentally organize and prepare for our move in less than a month...
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