HAPPIEST DAY OF MY LIFE
Last night Tara and I decided to sleep next to the wall last night so we could pretend we were still together. I have a hard enough time falling asleep without her next to me as it is, but seeing as what was going to happen today, my body was just not in shutdown mode. We stayed up as late as everyone else could possibly handle and then eventually it was just Derek and I still awake. We ended up sitting on the balcony talking about the crazy shit we'd both been through to get to the point we're at now. We laughed, complained and argued and then when he couldn't stay awake with me any longer, he patted me on the back and said, "tomorrow will be great", and then I was alone. And I sat there and realized that that night was going to be the last night I was the bachelor, Alex Rodriguez. Even when you have a girlfriend, if you're not married you're a bachelor, you don't have to be looking, thats just what you are.
When I was younger and couldn't fall asleep I would lay and imagine all of the great things that had happened to me, like if I went to an amusement park I'd think about all the fun rides until my mind got too tired to think anymore. The first few things I imagined where us as friends, the way she would playfully push me when we'd joke with each other, or how brutally honest she would be about my outfits. Then there was all the hardships, and remembering how difficult it was to watch her cry. I've never been one to be able to sit across from someone and comfortably listen to them cry, but it all came so naturally and I didn't even notice that I was holding her and trying to make everything better until after the fact. Just thinking about the wedding alone since the plans began I would get butterflies in my stomach strong enough to where my appetite would suddenly decline. I can distinctively remember having that feeling when my feelings for her started to grow. Hearing her laugh or voice coming up behind me would set them off and I'd immediately stop eating, just thinking about talking to her or seeing her would be enough. For a while she took it a completely different way and thought I had an eating disorder or something, until one night when I confessed everything for her, she understood. I remember the night we made everything official and how my hands were sweating, which was something that has never happened to me before. I kept rubbing them together and fidgeting and I was worried that she would take my hand and think I was crazy for sweating so much. I was only asking her to be my girlfriend but I was so nervous and hopeful that all of my feelings were running wild. I thought about how I quickly fell in love with her but hesitated to say it because I didn't want to rush her. The night that I finally gave in and said it, I was just as much of a mess as I was the night she agreed to a relationship, but the minute I said it and not a second after, she said it back and the butterflies suddenly returned. The thing I love about our relationship is that when I am by myself just reflecting on it, the best parts are the little parts. The ones where I can vividly see her laughing, or smiling, and that feeling that people say comes when you're first starting out but goes away after you really know each other, is like a permanent fixture for me. I can't get enough of her, everything about her.
The entire night the guys kept me from sneaking out of the room and ruining the point of not seeing her on our wedding night. I tossed and turned next to the wall after coming inside for a solid four hours, and when I noticed the sun was rising and everyone in the room was passed out in various places, I snuck out to her door. Don't worry, I didn't look through the peephole or see anything, and had she known I did this before the wedding she'd probably kick me, but I just sat there with my ear to the door. I knew damn well everyone was asleep but there was something soothing about knowing she was on the other side of the door and when she woke up, it would be to get ready to become my wife. I think that was the first time in my life I have ever told a door I loved it, but it was really aimed for her and hopefully it found it's way to her.
I think I got about 2 and a half hours of real sleep last night, but I was wide awake when the wake-up call we set went off. Everyone ordered breakfast and then it was time. I had the worst case of the shakes while I was getting my tux on and everyone was laughing at me, but I couldn't help it. I kept telling people to go over to her room and catch a glimpse of her to tell me how fine she looked but no one would do it for me. So I had to just use my wild imagination but since I had no idea what the dress looked like, I had to just settle for her naked. Then the time came to go down and get in our places for the actual wedding. I got to shake hands with a lot of people who were arriving, and talk to everyone before I had to actually go in, and then before I knew it everyone was seated and it was about that time for her to come down the aisle. Her dress was beautiful, and so was she, and being the the metrosexual that I am just the sight of that was enough to make my eyes well up. She smiled at me and those butterflies I was talking about? They came right back.
I don't want to give specific detail to everything tonight because then my wife wont want to update herself, plus you all were there so there really isn't a need for it in the first place. To everyone who came out and helped to make this such a special day for us, I couldn't thank you enough. This is the day I have been waiting forever for, ever since I was mature enough to picture it in my mind, and it's one I wont forget either, and I'm glad every one of you were a part of it. Thanks again to my best man for being there last night when I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and to the rest of the wedding party for being such great friends to the two of us, I love you all. Our reception is still going but I had to take time out to get all of this out, because I've been dying to say it all. We aren't taking our honeymoon until after the season is over in October, so don't worry about us being highly absent from your lives for a little while longer. I'm still in my intial phase of shock that the rest of my life started today, and that I no longer have a girlfriend, or a fiance, or a 'significant other', but a wife. So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go get back to Mrs. Rodriguez.
When I was younger and couldn't fall asleep I would lay and imagine all of the great things that had happened to me, like if I went to an amusement park I'd think about all the fun rides until my mind got too tired to think anymore. The first few things I imagined where us as friends, the way she would playfully push me when we'd joke with each other, or how brutally honest she would be about my outfits. Then there was all the hardships, and remembering how difficult it was to watch her cry. I've never been one to be able to sit across from someone and comfortably listen to them cry, but it all came so naturally and I didn't even notice that I was holding her and trying to make everything better until after the fact. Just thinking about the wedding alone since the plans began I would get butterflies in my stomach strong enough to where my appetite would suddenly decline. I can distinctively remember having that feeling when my feelings for her started to grow. Hearing her laugh or voice coming up behind me would set them off and I'd immediately stop eating, just thinking about talking to her or seeing her would be enough. For a while she took it a completely different way and thought I had an eating disorder or something, until one night when I confessed everything for her, she understood. I remember the night we made everything official and how my hands were sweating, which was something that has never happened to me before. I kept rubbing them together and fidgeting and I was worried that she would take my hand and think I was crazy for sweating so much. I was only asking her to be my girlfriend but I was so nervous and hopeful that all of my feelings were running wild. I thought about how I quickly fell in love with her but hesitated to say it because I didn't want to rush her. The night that I finally gave in and said it, I was just as much of a mess as I was the night she agreed to a relationship, but the minute I said it and not a second after, she said it back and the butterflies suddenly returned. The thing I love about our relationship is that when I am by myself just reflecting on it, the best parts are the little parts. The ones where I can vividly see her laughing, or smiling, and that feeling that people say comes when you're first starting out but goes away after you really know each other, is like a permanent fixture for me. I can't get enough of her, everything about her.
The entire night the guys kept me from sneaking out of the room and ruining the point of not seeing her on our wedding night. I tossed and turned next to the wall after coming inside for a solid four hours, and when I noticed the sun was rising and everyone in the room was passed out in various places, I snuck out to her door. Don't worry, I didn't look through the peephole or see anything, and had she known I did this before the wedding she'd probably kick me, but I just sat there with my ear to the door. I knew damn well everyone was asleep but there was something soothing about knowing she was on the other side of the door and when she woke up, it would be to get ready to become my wife. I think that was the first time in my life I have ever told a door I loved it, but it was really aimed for her and hopefully it found it's way to her.
I think I got about 2 and a half hours of real sleep last night, but I was wide awake when the wake-up call we set went off. Everyone ordered breakfast and then it was time. I had the worst case of the shakes while I was getting my tux on and everyone was laughing at me, but I couldn't help it. I kept telling people to go over to her room and catch a glimpse of her to tell me how fine she looked but no one would do it for me. So I had to just use my wild imagination but since I had no idea what the dress looked like, I had to just settle for her naked. Then the time came to go down and get in our places for the actual wedding. I got to shake hands with a lot of people who were arriving, and talk to everyone before I had to actually go in, and then before I knew it everyone was seated and it was about that time for her to come down the aisle. Her dress was beautiful, and so was she, and being the the metrosexual that I am just the sight of that was enough to make my eyes well up. She smiled at me and those butterflies I was talking about? They came right back.
I don't want to give specific detail to everything tonight because then my wife wont want to update herself, plus you all were there so there really isn't a need for it in the first place. To everyone who came out and helped to make this such a special day for us, I couldn't thank you enough. This is the day I have been waiting forever for, ever since I was mature enough to picture it in my mind, and it's one I wont forget either, and I'm glad every one of you were a part of it. Thanks again to my best man for being there last night when I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and to the rest of the wedding party for being such great friends to the two of us, I love you all. Our reception is still going but I had to take time out to get all of this out, because I've been dying to say it all. We aren't taking our honeymoon until after the season is over in October, so don't worry about us being highly absent from your lives for a little while longer. I'm still in my intial phase of shock that the rest of my life started today, and that I no longer have a girlfriend, or a fiance, or a 'significant other', but a wife. So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go get back to Mrs. Rodriguez.