:: Monday, January 13, 2003 ::

"A dream is a wish your heart makes" (Cinderella)

Once upon a time, I wrote the following to a nebulous void:

Would you hold pinkies with me?
Would you mind too many piercings, all my little rebellions?
Would you run through the sprinklers for the fun of disobeying convention?
Would you stay up to 4 a.m. just to talk?
Would you love children, devote your life to making lives beautiful?
Would you watch chick flicks, even though they're, you know, chick flicks?
Would you smile first thing in the morning?
Would you understand me, even when I made no sense?
Would you encourage me?
Would you let me be addicted to the concept of romance?
Would you think in 4-D?
Would you be spontaneous, but consistent above all?
Would your jaw drop and your eyes light up when I glided down a staircase?
Would you play with my hair without being asked?
Would you kiss my eyelids while I slept?
Would you save me from initiative?
Would you help me cook dinner, start a food fight?
Would you pray for me when I didn't know?
Would you sweep me off my feet?
Would you read me to sleep when I was sick?
Would you always put your socks in the laundry basket?
Would you take me to feed the ducks?
Would you hug me when I cried?
Would you hug me as you drifted off to sleep?
Would you hug me if we had just fought?
Would you redeem this tired notion of love?

Tonight, I had the following read back to me:

I’ll hold pinkies with you any and every day
I’m fine with your rebellious nature
I’ll talk to you all night long
I will love children, and will do all I can to give them beautiful lives
As long as I can hold you I’ll watch any chick flick with you
I’ll smile in the morning when you get up and at night before you go to sleep
I’ll understand who you are and why as long as you let me
I’ll lift you up any and every day
I’ll think in however many dimensions there are
I will be spontaneous, but will still try to be consistent
My jaw falls off and my eyes pop out of socket every time you walk into a room
I’ll play with your hair every time it’s close enough to reach
I’ll kiss your eyelids while you sleep even if you never find out.
I’ll initiate as long as you follow
I’ll cook with you every day, and can’t wait to marinate you with my Italian sauces.
I pray for you every day, and don’t plan on stopping that
I’ll sweep you off your feet if you let your emotions run with mine
I’ll read you to sleep, even play guitar to ease your sickness
I’ll fill laundry baskets with dirty socks and filthy handkerchiefs.
I’ll hug you when you cry
I’ll hug you when you smile
I’ll hug you when you sleep
I’ll hug you as I fall asleep
I’ll hug you after a fight
I’ll hug you before a test
I’ll hug you right now
I’ll run through sprinklers with you…I’ll even propose to you in the snow.

I was a dreamer the day I was born. I’ve always dreamed of happiness and beauty and peace…. of a wonderful man who would blow away the embodiment of romance…. of fairytales that could never come true for me.
Tonight, as I sat on a couch next to my new fiancé, my consciousness was overcrowded with a verse I’ve doubted and cherished many times before: “Delight yourself in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart.” (Ps. 37:4) My deepest desires and so very much more are being brought to life before my eyes.
Tonight, a dream came true as I sat in a candlelit gazebo surrounded by the first light snow of the year, and the man I love played a song he wrote for me. Dreams came true the moment I saw the beautiful scene, when Daniel read Proverbs 31 to me and told me that I was that woman, when I held a bundle of flowers meant for no one but me. An enormous dream came true as a velvet-black hole in space and time opened up to reveal the ring of my dreams… as the princess-cut diamond of incredible worth was slipped onto my finger. My finger.
My face and heart hurt from smiling so much. Exactly two months after agreeing to pursue a relationship with Daniel, I agreed to spend my life with him. The timing is frighteningly unconventional, especially to someone with as much inborn cynicism as I, but I see more evidence of God’s work in this than in any other area of my life. I could feel His joy tonight.
The thought has yet to really sink in -- I’m engaged! I’m going to marry the man beyond my dreams who loves me more than I deserve. My life will never again be the same. So hard to believe…. So easy to believe…. So perfectly fashioned for me and the one who loves me…. So beautiful.

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