This weekend Andrew and I cashed in our gift certificate to Chart House to celebrate our … well … love. Cause why not?
Last year we did the same thing. Andrew’s Dad had sent him a note with a wad of cashing saying something to the extent of, “Take that girl out somewhere nice.”
We fell in love that night over mahi mahi and coconut shrimp. I don’t know if that was my father-in-law’s plan but it sure worked. Only a few days later we were engaged in a whirlwind of a weekend. I still remember that feeling (I suppose because it never left) of everything being right. It was like my whole being was saying, “This is the right person. Marry him.”
Last year we dressed up for each other – I bought a dress and did my hair and nervously met him at the bottom of the stairs as if we were going to prom together. This year Andrew got home from work and we changed in the same room, into clothes we had seen each other in and ironed the night before.
Last year we bought everything we could on the menu. This year I realized how much everything cost.
Last year we both had some delicious wine. This year I smelled Andrew’s beer.
Last year we splurged on the Molten Lava Chocolate Cake. We shared. This year we opted for ice cream and got our own.
Last year we stayed up until 4 AM talking about everything we could think of just to prolong our time together. This year we walked up the streets of Annapolis holding hands, me teetering alongside Andrew, as we slurped our ice cream and then went home together to climbed into bed at the ripe old hour of 11 and fell asleep side by side.
And somehow, though these two events were so different, neither one was better than the other. Both were full of importance and meaning to both of us.
I was told by the larger majority of people that marriage was difficult – nearly impossible. I was told to expect hardship.
Maybe I’m lucky, maybe I’m ignorant, maybe naive but I’m happier now than I’ve ever been. I’m more full (in a lot of ways) than ever before. I wake up every morning thinking, “What fun are we going to have today?” I sit here writing a blog, emailing about shows, mapping out the road trip to Cornerstone and suddenly feel something inside me move and kick and spin – something Andrew and I made together, pieces of us knit together by God’s fingers.
I don’t know what I’m trying to say with all of this other than I’m thankful. I’m thankful for dresses and collared shirts. I’m thankful for his eyes. I’m thankful for double chocolate brownie ice cream. I’m thankful for fish and seafood. I’m thankful for Flavor Ice. I’m thankful for fights and growing. I’m thankful for the way he turns over to kiss me after I’ve gone to the bathroom for the 4th time in one night. I’m thankful that after so many years of dessert I have a flood of blessings.
And I’m thankful that a year ago he took me out on a dock with the myst rising from the Severn River and lightning crashing in the distance and he asked me to marry him.