People are LOSING THEIR minds over the fact that George Clooney– the guy who was very publicly adamant about NEVER GETTING married is indeed engaged after what seems like a short, whirlwind courtship with Amal Alamuddin, an Oxford-educated lawyer from England. And here is my feeling about Clooney’s sudden chnage of heart. TIMING IS EVERYTHING.
Although people immediately assume I am a member of the second wives club (and each time I politely correct them and say, nay my husband who is 15 years my senior was just a late bloomer and was not ready to be saddled down with the old ball and chain until the ripe old age of 40) I am a first wife.
My daughter- who has become utterly fascinated by the huge age gap between my husband and I recently asked my husband why, after all those years of being alone did he finally choose me? While I was convinced he would say something to the effect of, your mommy was just so perfect in every way- his initial response…timing. (Followed up by the obligatory, oh she was so beautiful, kind, caring and liked Chinese food as much as I do).
When I heard it– it made perfect sense. Like everything else in life– what makes this life ( mainly just a series of events strung together) are those moments of pure joy. When the stars align- and in your heart and your head you feel ready to take that next big step and if the right person just so happens to show up- and it feels good- you will take that leap.
Not that I don’t feel like ours is a love story- because I do ( we were after all engaged after just three months of dating) and while I’d like to attribute it to the fact that I was just a take your breath away kind of gal (and of course younger which apparently means I had this fertility radar just emitting from almost every part of me drawing him in) I also know that up until he turned 40 my husband wasn’t ready and Angelina Jolie could’ve thrown herself at him and he still wouldâ€™ve declined her advances.
In fact my husband and I are JUST like Hugh Hefner and his favorite younger lady of the month.. minus of course the taut skin of a twenty-something, and the wads of cash propping up Mr. Hefner.
I wonder do you think timing is everything?