Here's the deal y'all. I want to get married.There I said it. I've been afraid to say it, to admit it, to even consider the possibility that some day I'll be the girl whose guy gets down on one knee, looks me dead in the eyes and says, "Will you?"... But I do (no pun intended). I want that.
So I'm saying it out loud.
Please also know that I do not envision a white foofy dress or any of the cliché trappings of tradition or conventionality. I've never been one of those gals that has pictured her Perfect Wedding Day since she was little. I always figured we'd elope to some remote location, get married in our barefeet in the sand or on a cool grassy hill... just me, him & the dude officiating the vows (well, and Dex too of course).
I can tell you however that I've definitely pictured "The Guy". In all his tall, dark, green-eyed, tattooed, intelligent, musical, artistic, kind, intuitive, passionate, uber geeky, hotness. Dancing with me, loving me, talking or laughing into the wee hours, until death we do part.
So bring it on G-d. Yeah, yeah. I know I'm not quite ready yet, that I have some things still to iron out. But hey, I'm working on it. My heart space is open. I'm listening. And I'm willing to accept the possibility that the one I wanted wasn't the one you meant for me to have.
The End.
