Ok, so I technically married four months shy of 40, but "first married at 39" doesn't quite have the same appeal.
These are thoughts on a marriage I was resigned would never happen. I stumbled on to "true love" (how ever corny that sounds) when I least expected it. I trolled the dating sites in search of "dating material". A professional with wit, an open mind and a sense of humor, who could be my "plus one" at work functions, weddings and may be someone I could respect enough to want to be friends with...
I never thought once I stopped looking (and honestly had given up on finding Mr.Right) fate/God/the universe would put a man so compatible that I am proud to call him my husband, my life companion, my friend.
We are so different, and so right for each other. We share different cultures and upbringing, but our ideas of what we expected our mates to be was after all "not too much to ask".