He woke me up with soft kisses on my shoulder blades when the morning light was still learning how to filter through the curtains. It was our first day off together in weeks, something we have come to cherish when having to deal with opposite work schedules. “Dress for comfort”, he had said, but I couldn’t help but be confused as we traveled deeper into the hilled landscape of what we had come to understand to be Our Town. The sun was out, and the quiet breeze had a hint of honeysuckle as we made our way to the entrance of a state park. I thought back to the many times I had confronted him with the thought we were boring. “When are we going to do something exciting? The hills are so beautiful..” I had challenged. We drove three thousand, eight hundred and forty-eight feet to the very top and found ourselves surrounded by tourists shouting out in their native tongues. Feeling on top of the world is in high demand these days, I guess. The actual top of the mountain was hidden away inside of a small cottage, projecting pre-recorded sounds of the wilderness. Birds chirped, leaves rustled, and crickets sang inside a perfectly controlled 82 degree climate, with lighting to match. Close enough. Yet just as we were about to leave, we spotted a small clearing tucked away in a corner with a small path leading up to a hill of its own. And since ‘dress for comfort’ did not mean ‘we’re going hiking’, my prince charming carried me up the hill, my legs as unsteady as a fawn on it’s first day. Down came his arms at my waist, keeping me still and holding me to him as we looked out whispering into my ear about the future. I did not notice when he let go of my waist, nor when he got down on one knee. It was only when he called to me that I turned and noticed something glimmering in his outstretched hand. I could still see the ring shimmering through my tears. “Yes,” I whispered. A million times, yes.
I had my first bridal appointment yesterday to try on wedding dresses. I went with my good friend Sarah over to Marina Morrison Bridal in San Francisco and had a lovely morning gushing over dresses. I had stopped in the day before on a whim to see what they had in stock and was pleasantly surprised with their collection of De La Renta’s and Pettibone’s. I tried on a ballgown, which made me feel like a Disney princess, and a few fitted styles. One of the dresses had been on my mind since I saw it the day before and the second I put it on I experienced “the moment”. I stood, staring at myself in the mirror, completely breathless, devoid to the world around me, mouth slightly open in complete shock at my reflection. I wished I could have been alone to fully experience such a moment. It was as if the fine dust of the past 20 years of my life had finally settled into someone I could actually be proud of. Something someone deemed worthy of wanting to spend the rest of their life with. It’s so scary yet so beautiful to realize that I’ve found my soul mate. And all of this, from simply slipping on a dress.