A year prior to last Friday, I sat at a table in a tiny, tucked away whiskey bar. It was unseasonably cold, but I wore my favorite mustard yellow dress, short and swingy, layered with tights and a black cardigan. The door opened and I turned, caught her eye as she walked in the door. My heart flipped inside my chest, and I don’t think it’s stopped since.
On Friday, Nik told me to clear my schedule for a mystery date. The opening line of my favorite poem, Rothke’s Child On Top of a Greenhouse, greeted me at the door.
I just don’t have the words to express the lightning joy and the rock-solid contentment I feel in my life, with my gorgeous, brilliant, thoughtful fiancée(!!), and with my generous and supportive circle of friends and community. The pictures of the poem were taken the next day, and I love the careful documentation, but I really really love the very few blurry, frantic camera phone pictures we snapped that capture the utter exuberance of the moment. This is the life I always wanted and never thought I’d have.
And my project checklist just tripled. !!!!!