I know my tirade the other day kind of went off on the deep down and darker side of married life to a Moroccan but just like in life, there is a brighter side to things.

A Moroccan Wedding is one of the most elaborate and fun parts of being married to one. There are several parties, outfits and food. It's true that the party can be about 3 days long. It's not like an MTV beach party, more like there's a girls party on one day, the guy's bash and then the joint celebration.

The outfits are outrageous. At my engagement Habibi's mom hired 2 women to come in and dress me and to escort me from room-to-room preceded by a loud song which is a prayer. Some celebrations involve the wedding gifts and party to be carted around the neighborhood by a horse (or mule) drawn wedding wagon. You get to wear several different dresses throughout your wedding. I think the average number of dresses is 7-8, I had 4 at my engagement. It's alot of fun but a little hot and tiring after awhile.

It's not like an American wedding where you get to walk around, eat, and dance with your family. You are the deocration on top of the cake, a fixture in the pretty backdrop that is your wedding. All Habibi and I wanted to do at our party was dance and his family kept breaking us up and making us sit back down on the faux thrones that they had made. We even had a dance routine, quite hysterical.

Even though being married isn't easy. No one knows me better. I don't know anyone who gets so much joy out of making me my favorite meal and I know when he's been bad and when he wants to be naughty. I know that when he's nervous he lashes out but when he's happy he just rambles on to me. I love the sweetness and the reaching out and the peaceful night sleeps we get when we're next to each other. The good so outweighs the bad, it's just unfortunate that the bad always gets the most talk time.