The first day of the rest of my life
Well, the big day has arrived. I hardly know what to do with myself. I woke up at the usual time, had the usual cuppa coffee, read the newspaper, ate some toast...and here I sit. The house is clean, my laundry is folded and put away, and everything on my to-do list is duly checked off. So, I journal, and think of what I am about to do. I have thought about it endlessly and can not find anything wrong with my choice - how amazing...after all these years of struggle, triumph, love given and taken freely, raising children, overcoming deaths, overcoming business debacles, moving 5 times in 6 years, and working so hard, I feel that I have arrived at my destination at last. The man I am marrying is a mensch of the highest order: kind, patient, generous, fully grounded in the Golden Rule, loving, witty, well-read, intelligent and delightful. He makes me feel like a teenager and a grown-up all at the same time. He unfailingly opens my car door, asks if he can carry my parcels, holds my umbrella, walks next to the curb, and knows which fork to use. He is good to me, is not petty, accepts my idiosyncrasies, and gets my jokes. We share an appreciation of compost and resourcefulness. He asks directions when he is lost. He does dishes and laundry and appreciates my cooking. I know without a doubt that we are going to be very happy together, and my restlessness with life is finally drawing to a close. I look forward to walking in the new neighborhood, cooking on the grill, having friends over for music and good cheer, painting in my new studio, and having a sweet, warm man to cuddle up to when the day is done. I look forward to fresh coffee to share in the morning and gliding around the house knowing that he is there. Life has been very good to me and I am truly blessed. Thank you.