Today.
Today is my wedding day.
As a little girl I dreamed about this day. I idealized, I pretended, I dressed up. I fantasized about what sort of man might complete me, stand next to me, say “I do.”
Today I wear a white (ok, ivory) beautiful gown, the most expensive gown ever purchased for myself. Makeup artists and hair stylists will dote on me. My friends & family will all come to see and celebrate me, us.
Beneath all the anxiety of details falling in place, fear of the weather holding out, and desire for everything to be just right, there is one major focal point that brings me peace: Mike.
He makes water bottle labels and rain clouds disappear. Knowing that starting today I get to have him to hold in sickness and health, richer or poorer, better or worse, makes my heart swell with joy. I don’t call it luck. I call it meant to be. It just makes sense.
And that makes today more than a dream come true.
Today is my reality.
And it looks pretty good to me.
