Young and sassy are the words my husband use to describe me. We are opposites. He’s an introvert and I’m an extrovert. He’s in his mid-fifties with grey sideburns but he still has the body and libido of a much younger man. I’m in my late twenties and I’m trying to keep up with him.
We met last year when a mutual friend invited a group of people to Maui for a week of sun and fun. Lorenzo didn’t go with anyone and nor did I. We were immediately attracted to each other and for the rest of the vacation, we were inseparable.
A year and four months later, we are newlyweds. For our honeymoon we went on a 12-day Mediterranean cruise which ended in Venice, the city of love. After we spent two days there, we headed to Milan to visit his family. We figured we might as well since we were in Italy.
I must say that although I half-expected it, it still came as a bitter disappointment when his parents made it painfully obvious that they didn’t approve of me. No doubt my color had more to do with it than my age. His teenage children from his previous marriage were polite but I could tell that they didn’t approve either. Being married to me meant that their father wasn’t going to return to Milan or reconcile with their mother.
I feel sorry for them. When my parents divorced and my father remarried, I was upset. I wasn’t nice to my step-mother, Violet because she ruined all chances of my parents getting back together. It took years for me to get over that disappointment and be civil to Violet. Now, she and I are friends. And I can see how happy she makes my father. I hope that one of these days, Lorenzo’s children will come around too. He’s the love of my life and his happiness means the world to me.
Lorenzo and I ended up spending only two days in Milan and then we were off to Rome. I loved Rome–the people, the food and the piazzas. On our last night, we visited Piazza Navona and enjoyed a couple of gelato as we admired Bernini’s perfectly lit Fountain of the Four Rivers.
Lorenzo and I were sorry to leave Italy but we were excited about beginning our life as a married couple and moving into our new home overlooking Central Park. It took a while for me to get back into a routine because of jet-lag.
Ten weeks have passed since our honeymoon and I’m standing in front of my enormous closet, looking at the designer clothes, bags and shoes I brought back from Milan and Rome. As I look through the outfits a smile tugs at my lips. I can’t wait to see Lorenzo’s face when I tell him the good news tonight over a home cooked dinner. We have two wonderful reasons to celebrate.
That’s right. We’re going to have twins. Whether they are boys or girls or one of each, we won’t know for some time or maybe, we’ll decide to wait to find out. Already, I’m making plans to turn the extra bedroom into a nursery and I’m just dying to go shopping for the babies.
The chiming of the clock reminds me that I have to get dinner ready. I close the closet doors and leave the bedroom. I’m going to make sure that tonight is a very special night for Lorenzo.
I’ve been learning to cook Italian dishes thanks to Jamie Oliver. I’m going to make tasty tuna meatballs with pasta and Caesar salad. And for desert, what else but his favorite–pistachio gelato from our favorite neighborhood gelato place.
After dinner and when we’re relaxing in the living-room, then I will tell him that we’re going to have twins. And then, we celebrate with a bottle of Martinelli’s Gold Medal non-alcoholic Sparkling Cider.
This was written for the Ragtag Daily Prompt for Sunday’s word: closet and Monday’s word: jet. If you’re interested in participating, click HERE for more information.