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When I was growing up in Texas, the fondest wish of most little girls was to find a husband, get married, and raise a family.
We didn't aspire to much.
I was always in motion. My momma says that even when I was a baby, it was impossible for me to stay still for more than 20 minutes at a time. Nowadays, most parents would give a child Ritalin, or something like it, to get them calmed down. Mostly, I think that's because more parents than not are lazy, and don't want to actually invest themselves in their children, but that's a whole 'nother rant, for a whole 'nother day.
My mom and dad didn't do any of that. They took a personal interest, took me by the hand, and tried to channel some of that excess energy into different pursuits. When I was 5 years old, I took my first ride on a pony. Wasn't exactly a success. I think I cried in terror for a solid ten minutes when momma took her hands off me, and let me sit on it myself. I clung to her so hard I'm surprised she could breathe.
My tenth birthday, we went to the ballet, at the urging of my mother.
I found my first love.
Daddy enrolled me in lessons a week later, after much begging and bargaining.
I knew every movement of every dancer in The Nutcracker before I knew how to walk in high heeled shoes. Ballet consumed my every waking moment. I had visions of dancing at the Kennedy Center, alone in a follow spot, telling a story with only my body, and music backing me.
Then I destroyed my knee.
It felt like my life was over, but then every disappointment a teenager suffers is the same, isn't it? They all feel like the end of the world, when truly, I believe that everything happens for a reason. I was not meant to dance. If my knee hadn't crumbled, and needed surgery, I would have never found acting. I would never have been on Angel, never have met some of the greatest creative people I've ever had the pleasure of passing time over coffee or wine with.
I never would have met Alyson.
Everything happens for a reason. It's been a motto of my life, drummed into me at an early age, impressed upon me by the gruff, yet loving voice of my dear, darling father as he helped me through rehabilitation following my knee injury.
If James and I hadn't split up, I never would have found my way to Alyson. I never would have had the experiences I've had at her side, felt the love that I feel every time her eyes meet mine.
She never would have gotten on one knee in the jewelers and proposed to me.
Of course I said yes. Are you kidding me? How could you not?
I'm getting married. Again. To the most amazing woman I've ever known.
I love you, baby.
We didn't aspire to much.
I was always in motion. My momma says that even when I was a baby, it was impossible for me to stay still for more than 20 minutes at a time. Nowadays, most parents would give a child Ritalin, or something like it, to get them calmed down. Mostly, I think that's because more parents than not are lazy, and don't want to actually invest themselves in their children, but that's a whole 'nother rant, for a whole 'nother day.
My mom and dad didn't do any of that. They took a personal interest, took me by the hand, and tried to channel some of that excess energy into different pursuits. When I was 5 years old, I took my first ride on a pony. Wasn't exactly a success. I think I cried in terror for a solid ten minutes when momma took her hands off me, and let me sit on it myself. I clung to her so hard I'm surprised she could breathe.
My tenth birthday, we went to the ballet, at the urging of my mother.
I found my first love.
Daddy enrolled me in lessons a week later, after much begging and bargaining.
I knew every movement of every dancer in The Nutcracker before I knew how to walk in high heeled shoes. Ballet consumed my every waking moment. I had visions of dancing at the Kennedy Center, alone in a follow spot, telling a story with only my body, and music backing me.
Then I destroyed my knee.
It felt like my life was over, but then every disappointment a teenager suffers is the same, isn't it? They all feel like the end of the world, when truly, I believe that everything happens for a reason. I was not meant to dance. If my knee hadn't crumbled, and needed surgery, I would have never found acting. I would never have been on Angel, never have met some of the greatest creative people I've ever had the pleasure of passing time over coffee or wine with.
I never would have met Alyson.
Everything happens for a reason. It's been a motto of my life, drummed into me at an early age, impressed upon me by the gruff, yet loving voice of my dear, darling father as he helped me through rehabilitation following my knee injury.
If James and I hadn't split up, I never would have found my way to Alyson. I never would have had the experiences I've had at her side, felt the love that I feel every time her eyes meet mine.
She never would have gotten on one knee in the jewelers and proposed to me.
Of course I said yes. Are you kidding me? How could you not?
I'm getting married. Again. To the most amazing woman I've ever known.
I love you, baby.