At this point, you might have picked up on a little something. My name is Carla. My fiance’s name is Karl. As in, for real. This is not some pseudo-identity I have here in this blog.
Yep, when we met, my first thought was “this will never work” and yep, I was wrong. Hooray for being wrong this time, right?
When I told my mom his name, her first reaction was “your grandfather’s name was Karl” (my grandparents from my dad’s side passed before I was born).
When I asked Nanubia to be my maid of honor, I had no idea what her middle name was. Later, I found out it’s Karla.
My mom hired a wedding planner, which then recommended a DJ company, who in turn sent the guy who does events for the American Consulate, since they knew we were having a lot of American guests. The DJ’s name? Carlos.
The latest coincidence no longer has to do with our names (it’s enough already, right?), but with Karl’s sister’s name. It didn’t hit me at first, and I really only noticed after I had been eying my new dress for a while. His sister’s name is Karena. My new wedding gown style name? Karena Royale. When I told her, she said “of course it was meant to be!”