Thursday, August 26, 2010
Good Things to Come
Wednesday night, Mr. Wonderful sent me a picture of our cluster of newborns. We love dreaming about the vineyard we'll live on one day, with goats and chickens roaming about and a small production of chardonnay or pinot noir growing in neat rows.
It's hard to stay focused on the present when there are so many things to look forward to.
As I drove down Franklin Avenue in Hollywood this week, I watched a chic hipster girl walking her dog in sunglasses and earbuds. "Am I going to be that girl when I move here?" I wondered. I can't wait to call myself a citizen of Tinseltown.
I cannot wait to cohabitate with Mr. W and I cannot wait to marry him.
But I know that this time right now should be cherished. I need to slow down and be in these moments of puzzle-piecing anticipation. How are we going to make everything fit together for our special day? I should be enjoying the process like love of the game.
I sort of forgot this for a little while. Then I was making an appointment to go look at bridesmaid dresses this weekend and the woman on the phone said, "Are you the bride?" I am the bride. I had almost forgotten.
Tonight Mr. W and I met with our officiant. I researched a variety of people online, and as soon as I got to her website, I just felt like she was it. There was an energy about her that came off the page, and her site was peppered with pro-gay marriage messages, which was exactly what I wanted. Sitting in the coffeeshop with her tonight, I got teary as she walked us through the vows she had prepared. Like the moment I tried on my dress and remembered: I'm getting married. This isn't a race to the perfectly planned party. It's a single season in my life that I'll only experience once. So I'm going to be much more careful about enjoying it.
204 days to go until The Big Day. I'll try to tackle each one slowly.