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Wedding Bells

Writing for me is so therapeutic.  People often ask what the last book I read was.  Well, I cannot remember the last time I finished a book.  I feel like there is too much to do to devote that time.  Honestly, if I slow down long enough to read, I will probably fall asleep.  I’d rather write than read these days. I’m super busy working on chapters of my own book, The Naked mom, which will release next year.  As I write it, I am dissecting lots of things about my life, my path, and my not so traditional views.  I am thinking of many things that have affected my life, the people in it and the choices that I have made.  It’s amazing what perspective I have looking back at certain times and how different it is from the perspective I had while I was knee deep in it. 

“I want you to be a Charvet too mommy…” Rain sweetly and sadly said to me just the other day.  I do realize that by opening this can of worms, (box of chocolates should be the better reference), I will be feeding the tabloids new gossip material. Most of my interviews will probably begin with “So when’s the big date?” for the next few months.  But its on my mind and after all this is my blog, my place to share, so what the hell! 

David and I have been talking marriage lately.  We have totally rekindled a new flame in our relationship since Africa, but it’s not just that.  We are just at that place, where love is deep and meaningful, and we are feeling very settled.  It seems like everyone is breaking up all around us, cheating is the hot topic in the news, and women are walking around more cautious than ever…. What a sad thing.  Through it all, we have been working on making our relationship and our family strong.  I don’t really follow all the tabloid gossip, because I know first hand that most of it is BS and totally embellished, but I do believe that sometimes you can learn from other people’s mistakes. I ask myself what I need to do to keep my relationship solid, what do I need to give, share and experience.  In my business, relationships are expected to fall apart.  Well what I am expecting and counting on is forever. 

When the subject of marriage came up the other day, we started talking about why to do it at this point in our relationship.  We have a home together, 2 kids together, my other 2 that David is helping raise, and we are totally married in our hearts.  “Do you want forever?” David asked.  “Yes, I need forever” I said.  It was just that simple.  I would like to have a “Husband”.  David has been calling me his WIFE for years, but I have always joked about being only his wanabee wife.  I have never said Husband when referring to him and I rarely correct anyone when they give him that title. 

After Rain brought it up, it’s been ringing in my head…

How did I imagine us? Boyfriend sounds sexy, and fun.  Fiancé has been the proper title for 4 years now, but it seems insignificant.  But HUSBAND, now that is serious!!!  I kinda like the sound of it. I’m asking myself why now.  Why today do I want to be Mrs. Charvet and why didn’t I many years ago?  What has changed?  Is it because we are closer now that ever before? Is it because our children have defined our family? Is it because our love has deepened?  Or, is it because I feel safe in our love today, and I know that I am where I belong?  I suggest anyone contemplating marriage to ask himself or herself that question…. Do you feel like you are where you belong? The thoughts that questions conjure up should be carefully examined.

I also giggled to myself recalling the scene at customs when I presented my family and our passports. Two of my children are Fisher, 2 of them are Charvet along with David and I am the only Burke. I am often asked whose children they all are and when I say mine, (looking like the hired nanny), I am faced with: “Those are all yours, ALL OF THEM!?!”

 

Brooke Charvet……hmmm  

Mrs. Brooke Charvet, WIFE!

It’s different…

Brooke Burke Charvet, oooh that’s weird.

 

You never know….

 

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