Those of you who’ve followed me for the past 15 or 20 years (geez) that I’ve been active on first Jezebel and then Tumblr know that I’ve not traditionally been lucky in love. I was a late bloomer, didn’t have my first kiss or first boyfriend until 29. Spent the next decade being disappointed by men in Chicago and then New York and then Baltimore. I saw an interview this weekend with Tracee Ellis Ross where she talked about grieving the idea of the life you wanted that didn’t come to pass, and I related so much. I genuinely thought I would never find my person or have the opportunity to be a wife or mother. Until, suddenly, a few weeks before my 40th birthday, a Tinder swipe changed my life. And at 42, I’m about to have all the things I had already accepted weren’t in the cards.
Mr. Perfect For Me and I are getting married this summer. We picked out my ring on Saturday and sometime soon he’ll officially propose to me with it. Today, we made the guest list for an intimate dinner after we get hitched at the local courthouse. We’ve been attending open houses and scouring Zillow for the last month. And tomorrow we’re submitting paperwork to get approved for a home loan. And God willing, next year, we’re going to try to have a baby. It’s surreal and frankly overwhelming - like I’m cramming a decade of milestones into a single summer. But I’m so so happy.