engaged
we are upstate on our first vacation together, and cristina is driving us down a long, windy, picture-from-a-postcard road, when it actually hits me. i am staring at the window and i look down at my hand where her ring is on my finger.
i’m marrying her. i am marrying my first love, cristina, the one, my soulmate, my best friend. we are spending the rest of our lives together. we are creating a family, the two of us and our little cat and our little apartment. our purple car and our dinners and our bed and our long weekend drives. the flowers we buy one another, the “i love you” texts and emails all day at work. us.
we will stand in front of a rabbi and all our friends, and make the commitment we’ve both made already to one another legal, making all of the hard work so many of us have done for equality a bit more appreciable to me. it will be a day of laughter and fun and happy happy tears.
but more than that day, it’s about the rest of the days. the days to come. the days i know i will spend beside her.
that night we end up in a starry wide sky field, gazing. we start crying, hugging, blown away by this thing we have together, our crazy history, the inevitability of it all.
“i wish i had proposed right now,” she says.
so i hand her back the ring. “so propose.”
she tells me she loves me and wants to spend the rest of her life with me. i concur. she asks, i say yes, and she slips the ring back on my finger.
we walk away, holding hands, weak kneed and smiling.
i’m marrying her. i am marrying my first love, cristina, the one, my soulmate, my best friend. we are spending the rest of our lives together. we are creating a family, the two of us and our little cat and our little apartment. our purple car and our dinners and our bed and our long weekend drives. the flowers we buy one another, the “i love you” texts and emails all day at work. us.
we will stand in front of a rabbi and all our friends, and make the commitment we’ve both made already to one another legal, making all of the hard work so many of us have done for equality a bit more appreciable to me. it will be a day of laughter and fun and happy happy tears.
but more than that day, it’s about the rest of the days. the days to come. the days i know i will spend beside her.
that night we end up in a starry wide sky field, gazing. we start crying, hugging, blown away by this thing we have together, our crazy history, the inevitability of it all.
“i wish i had proposed right now,” she says.
so i hand her back the ring. “so propose.”
she tells me she loves me and wants to spend the rest of her life with me. i concur. she asks, i say yes, and she slips the ring back on my finger.
we walk away, holding hands, weak kneed and smiling.