If I had married in my 20s, I would have been a completely different wife and mom — because I was a completely different woman. Back then, I thought I had everything figured out. I had my lists, my timelines, and my expectations of how life was “supposed” to go. But looking back now, I realize I didn’t fully know myself yet. I was still learning what I valued, what I needed, and what kind of partner I wanted to be.

Waiting changed all of that.

It wasn’t always easy. There were days when I wondered if I had somehow missed my chance. I watched friends celebrate engagements, weddings, and growing families, and I couldn’t help but ask myself, When will it be my turn? That kind of waiting can feel heavy — like an unanswered question hanging in the air.

But with time, I began to see the gift in the pause. Waiting gave me resilience. It forced me to find joy in my own company and discover what truly makes me happy outside of a relationship. It gave me the space to pursue passions, to grow in my career, and to build friendships that shaped me. It allowed me to develop confidence and independence — to stand on my own two feet before ever walking beside someone else.

And maybe most importantly, waiting gave me stories to tell. Stories of mistakes that became lessons, risks that led to growth, and seasons of loneliness that taught me gratitude for connection when it finally came.

Now, as a wife and mom, I see so clearly why the waiting was necessary. The patience, the maturity, the perspective I gained — all of it helps me love deeper, parent with more grace, and show up with more understanding than I ever could have in my 20s.

Sometimes the waiting isn’t punishment. Sometimes it’s preparation. And when the right season finally comes, you realize the wait was never wasted.

I trust the process of life, believing that every experience brings me wisdom and resilience.