Musings on “the honeymoon”

Just thinking out loud on the joy and jitters...

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I look forward to my wedding (the ceremony) and marriage (the lifelong commitment), but most especially the honeymoon (and plenty of such!)

Bags packed and ready, phones on DND after communicating relevant information with loved ones: “See you when we see you.” Needless to say, I'll miss my mother's “where have you been? I've been trying to contact you” texts messages that I've so gotten used to 😂.

Hands tightly clasped, hearts fluttering with excitement, muttering sweet-nothings and everything that’s only privy to us. Us? I like the sound of that. Not “us” as in friends that need to catch up, or colleagues that need to work on a project. But us, as in us against the world. Isn't that a song?

Far from the prying eyes and the teasing remarks of friends and family, who would likely take the next chance when we’re back to hint the we now know each other—in the same way Adam knew Eve and Abraham knew Sarah.

Well, yeah.

I can be quite blunt sometimes, but God forbid I retort with, “It’s just sex.” Because it would mean so much more. Ours would be sanctified–sanctified coitus (Praise God!) A beautiful, divine gift. God, you, me–a threefold cord not easily broken, and a continuous surge of adoration and sheer bliss.

The honeymoon is the phase that will mark the beginning of our holistic intimacy and the exclusivity between us. So, whether we take it to Santorini, the Maldives, Cayman Islands, Zanzibar, the jungle or anywhere—The bliss will surely follow us like goodness and mercy.

But—

Despite all this, I hope we don't move from vows to vexation–just married, already terrified. After all, you're an entire human being, not a thing. Another human being who is not me, and who isn't just another friend with a home to return to. Because, plot twist, I would be the home you have chosen.

I'm expected to be bare, but not just with my body. But also with my mind–my soul. This union, God calls “one flesh.” How about days I'll need my space, as I often do–and don't want anyone all up in my face? You see why I find the one-flesh union sometimes mind-boggling?

That's why whenever I pray, I intentionally pray for someone with whom we can figure it all out together.

Well, until then…

As I eagerly await this sacred journey

With all its promises and unknowns

This is simply a musing on the honeymoon

And I didn't want to hoard it.

Yours in Quality time,

Adebola. 🦋

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