About The Author

Hello! It’s the Late Bloomer Bride.

By day, I’m a public relations consultant.

But by night, anything could happen. This blog happened, for one. And, there probably is no other topic I am more suited to discuss than blooming after all the other flowers are on to their next stalk.

(But, in true late bloomer fashion, it took this long to get around to writing about it. Hmm. I sense a theme.)

I realized at a young age that I am a late bloomer.

 

My LBB stats:

• I didn’t start ballet until age 15.
• I was much more interested in horses than boys in high school.
• It didn’t occur to me to start a business until well after age 35.
• I got my first tattoo at age 38, and didn’t discover tequila until my 40s. (Can you believe it?)

You get the picture.

Mr. Right came along at age 39.

At first, I rejected Husband. When that didn’t scare him off, I decided to let him hang out a bit. Then, I had the big epiphany that he was probably Mr. Right. And, all the Mr. Wrongs I wasted time with were my way of ensuring my martyr syndrome was intact – letting the other, better women of the planet have the good guys. Well, enough of that.

So, we got married.

My long-time unmarried status had troubled my late Grammie a lot. And, sometimes I do believe I kept her alive for so long by being single. She could not part this earth until I was in “my slot” (read: married). Since I was 12 years old, not a month went by where I failed to hear from Grammie that someday my Prince will come.

One week before Grammie was going to meet Husband, she passed away. I only wished she could have met him. I do believe she would have approved. But, then again, maybe she knew he was the Prince and all was well.

Contact me: LateBloomerBride@gmail.com