Four
May 27th, 2010
Four years ago today, my life officially changed.
I suppose it began changing nearly seven years ago, when I saw him in English 102, although all I knew then was that he was super cute and gorgeous and I wished I could build up the nerve to say anything to him. When he started sitting next to me in class, I’d sit mostly frozen through the 50 minute sessions and try to avoid having him critique my essays. Then we started walking to the parking lot together, his friend calling from behind not to put any moves on me…I knew I was the apple of someone’s eye, I just hoped he would see me the same. And then there was bowling, a summer Geology course, our first time hanging out just the two of us (at his friend’s younger brother’s indoor soccer game – how random), ping pong, a date to see a bad animated movie…from there it seems like we just starting soaring.
But four years ago right about now, we were dancing on my parents’ deck in their backyard. The photographers had gone home, and so had most of the guests. The stragglers were close family and one brave friend.
By this time I had my dress hiked up and was romping around our dance floor, beneath the dangling lights, like a cowgirl kicking up hay. Jumping, stomping, spinning, out of breath.
By this time, my mother and those closest to her that helped pull off our backyard reception were drinking the wine straight from the bottles.
By this time, our dear bewildered friend Elyse was seeing me at my most vulnerable and free, and may have been a little scared.
There are no pictures from that latenight celebration, just the vivid memory that stays alive in my heart of the most wild, carefree, stunning moments of my life.
I was high on love.
Right now, at this time, I still am.
My love,
Thank you for accepting me as I am. Thank you for making me better. We have come a long way in four years. A house, a growing family. You have given me everything I have ever dreamed of. I am still so in love with you, and that will not ever change.
I’m yours.

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