That was the magical day when I got married and became Mrs. Vana. There are a lot of misconceptions about my beloved husband among people which keeps causing me stress and sorrow, but in the end, our relationship is ours. And marrying this man was the best decision I have made in my life I dare say!
Now. Let me be honest for a second and tell you I am not in any way or shape the spitting image of a perfect wife. No way no how. With my borderline ailments, I’m pretty much the opposite already, and when combined with my lack of knowledge in the basics of how to be human, to begin with – I don’t envy Mr. Vana. He has his work cut out for him in the series “How to train a Woman”.
Here is the thing though. Mr. Vana went ahead and told me that the only thing he requires is a housewife, someone to take care of him and the home, and the rest of the time the woman, me, can do whatever she pleases with the time bestowed upon her. Awfully patriarchal some would say but I don’t see it that way. For me, it gives me the freedom I craved in my life, paired with the responsibilities we established for both of us. The support and love I need to chase my dreams and start running with my own feet again (quite literally, I could barely walk before he started helping me out) was an enormous bonus.
So what happened on the big day?
Well, nothing extravagant. Just us two, taking a simple wow to work for the benefit of the union and family in front of the public notary person. I loved the ceremony, to be honest, it was very much me in how they focused on the family and the people getting married, I’m not traditionally religious at all even if I am spiritual, so all the Christian stuff that you usually see here in Finland would’ve been quite… out of my circle. Not to mention the discord that has with his heritage. Come to think of it, that would’ve never been on the table even if we would’ve gone for a bigger event!
One thing we missed was our respective families. His side of the clan is all the way back in Israel and has taken me in with such warm hearts and open arms I never knew could happen in my lifetime. I mean, the in-laws being that warm is practically unheard of in my Finnish realm of how the family works. It’s always so cold and stiff, probably more about the image than actual love between fellow humans and adopted daughters and sons. I also wish my own family to be able to develop that warmth towards my husband despite our past quarrels. Sometimes things get messy and miscommunications as well as cultural differences can leave a huge gap in the will and want to understand something new and unknown.
After the ceremony, we went to have a proper Viking feast. I’m not kidding either! I’ll show you! It was called the King’s Feast I think, and it came with a starter, main, and dessert. I haven’t had a meal like that ever in my life! Although that could also be attributed to the fact that I had just become Mrs. Maria Vana and my fresh husband was smiling at me with his gorgeous eyes shimmering in the restaurant’s dim light.
After the feast we took a lovely walk through town and back to our apartment to spend some quality time together, all cuddled up on the bed, baffled by what just happened and such. Days like this can be exhausting for me so I needed the rest and lucky for me my husband understands my ailments more than most.
It has been some time now since the day I became Mrs. Vana and I am still getting used to it. Sometimes I feel like this isn’t real, that I live in a dream and will wake up soon, but then I look at this amazing man beside me and I can’t help but smile. This man chose me, chose to take care of me, and is doing everything in his power to help me be the best me I can be, and the healthiest. Even if it means he is sometimes a tyrant about my sweeties!