We Got Married - Part One
Saturday, October 23, 2010 at 01:03AM 
Once upon a time, 4.5 years ago, I met Marcus Briggs at a restaurant named Cuba Libre. He was my trainer one day, although he didn't do much training because he was too busy talking to everyone else in the restaurant & probably drinking to nurse the previous night's hangover, because that's how we did it back in the day.
We were coworkers. Then friends later. Then business partners. Then 2 Aprils ago we started dating. (Okay, there was a little more to the story leading up to the dating part). Well a lot more because at the time, we were already in love. He told me he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. And I felt the same way.
There were some things he needed to work on though. Like he was almost 30 years old and had never lived away from home. So we decided to take it slowly; we weren't in a hurry.
Then... Oops, we got pregnant! Sorry Isaiah, but we definitely did not plan to have you.
When I started this blog at the beginning of my pregnancy, we talked about getting married. It was something his mom wanted us to do, so Marcus said he wanted it too. It wasn't that important to me; I've never been a big fan of rushing into life altering decisions (on purpose). But I did want to spend the rest of my life with him, so I agreed.
I started imagining being married. Mostly I just liked the idea of calling the father of my child something different than my boyfriend. But nothing ever happened. His mother, his friends & I would occasionally ask about what was going on with the wedding, but he would always change the subject. So I stopped asking.
The baby came. His best friend got married. We started a business. During all of this he talked of marriage. But it was just talk; he never acted upon it.
Until 3 weeks ago, when there was some drama with BB's (Isaiah's big brother) mother. I don't know if I'm going to write about that drama yet. Have to get permission from my husband. The important piece of the story (for this post) is that the experience made him cherish his family.
So one night he asked me when we were going to get married.