“Living in Honduras for the first [several] years was the best decision we could have made for our marriage,” one wonderful lady said to me a few weeks before leaving my life behind to live with my future husband in the Dominican Republic.
Today as we were walking into the grocery store, I noticed the strong bond Osiris and I have developed in these short two years. We moved in perfect synchrony as he opened the door and I closed the umbrella and he pulled out the shopping cart and I unloaded our things into it and we looked at each other, quickly kissed, and said “Te amo” at the same time before walking down the aisle. The next few phrases out of our mouths were the exact same thing at the exact same time.
It was a weird moment.
But also a really cool one.
In the last two years, we have not only had to adapt to “Married life.” I have had to adapt to a new country, new culture, new languages, new perspectives, new climate, new diseases, new transportation systems, new plumbing, new mosquitos, new driving styles, new everything! And guess what?! Osiris has had to adapt to a diva Chicana having to adapt to all those things! (Which has GOT to be even HARDER!)
When the water pump broke, and I freaked out about not having water, GUESS WHO climbed four flights of stairs with two buckets of water in hand without complaining so the princess could have her shower? (yes, i did indeed just refer to myself as princess.)
When the chikungunya got me and I passed out on the motorcycle ride, GUESS WHO carried me four flights of stairs and bought me all the drugs I needed and nursed me back to health?
Okay, fine, I did some pretty extreme things too for him, like taking him to the ER when he woke up with asthma attacks in the middle of the night, on foot, or carrying bags of groceries in heels for several kilometers, and some other stuff.
Basically, we both have had to do pretty extreme things for each other, making extreme sacrifices, learning to do things we NEVER thought we would do or could do so that the other person would be happy and healthy. I mean, what would I do without him if something happened to him? We have to take care of each other.
In these two years, we have changed. We both have changed. I cannot say I’m the same girl that left Texas over two years ago. And he is definitely NOT the same boy that married that Mexican girl over two years ago. He is stronger, wiser, more skillful, and more selfless than anyone else I know. (Besides my mom.) It’s really amazing how he has grown so much into someone that complements me perfectly and loves me so well.
As for me, I hope I’m a little better than when I started this journey. I hope I’m more flexible, more patient, and maybe a little wiser. I hope!
(Except Jefte thinks I’m more of a diva now than before I left Texas cause I got used to being treated like a lady 24/7, never opening my own door and always someone to carry my things for me. So yeah, maybe he’s right on that note. But you can thank Osiris for that.)
This has been an incredible journey. And though it has been hard, I have learned to be content with what God has given us in this stage of life. I’m so grateful Osiris loves Jesus. I’m so grateful Jesus loves me. I’m so grateful that God gives us grace EACH and EVERY day. Or else, we’d be dead for sure.
But even after all we’ve been through, we can still play on the beach and jump on the bed and dance to imaginary music like little children.
I love that.
Dam & Osi.