I dreamed about my wedding last night.
It wasn’t anything like what we have planned.
We stood holding hands, waiting for the ceremony to begin, on the steps of a church, our backs to the entrance. It was chilly outside and I stood as close as I could to the man I was about to marry. There were people all around us and we were waiting for when we were to walk ahead to whatever outdoor space we’d picked.
Despite all those people – many of whom I didn’t seem to know – I remember feeling completely focused on Kyle, and he on me. We were happy, smiling. We kissed while we waited.
Out of the crowd, my ex-mother-in-law emerged. She was dressed up and holding an umbrella. She offered a quick congratulations, handed me a gift and then disappeared. The gift was unlike anything I’ve ever seen: a beige handkerchief tied to a twig. It resembled a tiny flag. I wasn’t sure what to do with it.
That’s when I noticed my clothes.
“I’m not wearing my dress!” I said and laughed. Kyle smiled and said he didn’t care.
Still, we went inside, up the church steps and into a hotel room (I didn’t say this dream made logical sense). There, I tried on a pink chiffon dress I can still picture. It wasn’t unlike the dress Rachel McAdams wears in “The Vow.” It was beautiful, but I didn’t like it.
There were other people in this room with us, too, including my high school boyfriend. It seemed everyone was focused on us, but all I could see was Kyle. It was as if we were in the center of a kaleidoscope, all the pieces around us moving, spinning, but we were still, completely grounded, in the middle of it all.
I remembered finally that I had a dress for the wedding – the one I actually do have – and I put that on.
And we kissed again and we were married.
Just like that. Happily ever after, without any worries at all.
It was such a good dream.
Today is Feb. 28. Our wedding date is April 7 (though if I get this far-away job I’m still waiting to hear about, we’ll get married sooner). Either way, five weeks from this Saturday, we’ll be on our way to the next chapter.
I can’t wait.
There was a time during and following my divorce when I couldn’t understand why anyone would get married. My parents are divorced, and so many people I knew then didn’t seem happy with their lives.
But then something changed.
I met this man.
And when I did, it was like the clouds just cleared. The path was straight ahead. I could instantly see what marriage could be, what true love meant, what a family could be like, the value in taking care of someone because you want to, because you love him so much.
This is the path with the rainbow at the end, the trail with the hope just around the bend.
This road is the one I get to travel with him, hand in hand.
Forever never felt this happy, this full of hope.
One night, early on, Kyle asked if I liked Ryan Adams.
I hadn’t ever really listened to him, I admitted.
“What?” he said. “Oh, babe, you’re gonna love him.”
And I did. I do.
This song is one of the first we listened to, on my computer, thanks to YouTube. It will always remind me of the simple beauty of those early days, and of the promise of everything ahead.