The Story of Us

Wednesday, October 31, 2012 tnguyen308 0 Comments

We met during the spring semester of our freshmen year at the University of Houston. As fate would have it and in an auditorium filled with at least three hundred students, we happened to sit next to each one day in History class. We quickly and easily became friends and kept in touch throughout the following summer. It wasn't long before we started dating and the first chapter in the story of us had been written.

Weeks became months and months became years. It was on our six year anniversary that I proposed to her in the middle of a playground on a warm summer day. And as I knelt there in front of her, stumbling on my words and sweating in my only black suit, I remembered how absolutely sure I felt about it. It was the happiest day of my life.

We would marry just five short months later as her mother had started to lose her battle with cancer. It was important to us that her mother be alive to witness the wedding. And though her bed-ridden state prevented her from physically attending that day, she was around long enough to know that her only daughter would be in good hands.

From the very beginning we had always known that we wanted kids together. I had always looked forward to the day I'd become a father and I was certain she would make an amazing mother. We debated potential names for our future children and daydreamed about filling our house with kids. So four years ago, we started trying. We had no idea about the difficulties we would eventually face. Health issues, bad luck, or fate always seemed to be working against us. We tried several procedures to increase our chances, but nothing took. Disheartened and frustrated, it became clear that the painful cycle of trial and error was taking it's toll.
And then we had an epiphany. Like a breath of fresh air, it was one of those rare moments in life when you feel absolutely sure about something. It was that same feeling I had when I proposed on that warm summer day. Only this time, it felt like much more than a decision. It was a calling.