As I took this picture, I remember thinking, "I'm going to marry this man."
Greg has asked me to do many things from going to have a drink to going to Amsterdam. He has asked me if I wanted to watch a show he's taped. He's asked me to baseball games, concerts, surprise dinners, movies, his parents' house, his shows, lunch. He has shared with me his thoughts, feelings, articles off the Internet, excerpts from his favorite books, movies, music, plays, art.
"Baby, you wanna hear this?"
Greg has asked me to live with him, help him with lines, sew on a button or two, not add too much salt to his mother's chicken parm, walk the dog, help him get the laundry, enjoy myself, my job, my life and not to be too scared of how much he loves me.
"You are my life."
I can honestly say with each experience big or small he has single-handedly taken a brick out of all of the other paths I could be on, spray painted them yellow and added them to one road. I've started gathering the bricks myself and I'm now adding sequins and gold lame.
Last Friday night, Greg asked me to be his life-partner, his wife. When I came-to I said I would. Actually, I said, "YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES!!!!" Then sobbed for about fifteen minutes straight. Then I said a few more resounding 'yes's', stumbled around the streets he led me on, alternately crying, laughing and pausing under every store-front light to look down at my hand.
I still can't think straight. I've never felt so grounded and at the same time I'm floating at 'such great heights' I just smile at everything below. I wish everyone could feel this way. [Stupid California.]
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