I have not been blogging lately and feel negligent for going 11 whole days without connecting with my blog friends. We are in the middle of a move across the country and just returned from an amazing family vacation to beautiful Puerto Rico.
We stayed in a gorgeous suite overlooking the ocean, snorkeled on our private beach, swam at the base of a 30 foot waterfall and dined like kings. None of that has anything to do with this post I just had to brag, rub it in, whatever you want to call it. Come on! Give me this. It was AHmazing.
Anyway, upon our return my stepdaughter shared with me a story from the trip that she had written about. I thought it was so cute and well written that I asked her if I could share it. She seemed pretty pumped up about that so I introduce with great pride my guest blogger Maura, with her story of young love and child marriage on an island in the middle of the ocean.
Here is a story for anyone who needs a good laugh or is just down right bored (like me). It all started in Puerto Rico, my family’s hotel room was right next to my dad’s friend’s family (wow lots of ‘s). They had a 7 year old boy and a 5 year old girl. Anyway, the day before we were leaving my sister and I were talking about characteristics of our dream guy and the 7 year old boy was doing what I would say, like I said I like a guy who can sing and behind me he started singing gangnam style. After doing all of those things he was looking through a shell collection in the room and found one that looked like a ring and got on one knee and proposed to me (ha ha ha). At first my sister and I were laughing so hard it hurt because we thought he was joking but when I saw how serious his face was I stopped and didn’t know what to say (not wether to say yes or no but not to hurt his feelings). I mean I am not a mean person so I went along with it and sure enough we got married right in that Puerto Rico hotel room (not for real of course). So there you go, how many have you got married to a 7 year old in a hotel room in Puerto Rico?