Wednesday

it's a love story

once upon a time,
this sweet boy

put this on my finger

and then we celebrated with shakes afterwards

and somebody paid for ours in congratulations
[how terribly nice is that?]

i didn't cry
my hair was curly -which i hate and he loves-
and the huntsman center was full of people watching
as the kiss cam came to us
and then the screen changed to
"karlee crandall will you marry me?"
and then he dropped to one knee
i blushed furiously
and nodded clumsily
and i think i covered my face at some point
[my hair! my hair was so ugly!]

and lucky for our posterity, we have the whole thing on dvd

i can't stop looking at this diamond perched on my finger
i'm so glad my family was there to celebrate with us
how cute of them to help with the planning

and
we've made a hard decision
our original wedding date was april 30th
a rush so that we could marry and move away for the summer
due to his work

however
we have decided to hold off until august 20th
[three months apart]
in hopes that the distance will make our hearts grow fonder
the time will aid in planning
and we can start our marriage on a more firm foundation

thank you thank you for your prayers
and if you don't mind, please keep them coming


2 comments:

Streetlights94 February 24, 2010 at 9:56 AM  

Three months will rush speedily past and when you have been married ten, twenty, thirty years you will think past on those three months and think how silly you were to fret over those three months. We were supposed to marry on October 11th and then postponed it until December 22nd. I sometimes wonder what the reason was; I can't even remember now. And surely it has made no difference to our marriage now -- twelve years later. All will be well.

karlee February 24, 2010 at 8:02 PM  

thanks so much. it's not so much the waiting to marry him as it is the three months without seeing each other:[ but it will make us stronger, i know it.

love after love

The time will come when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say
sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger
who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread.
Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life...

Take down the love
letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs,
the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit.
Feast on your life.

~Derek Walcott

bring it on back

and i am telling you..

i'm karlee. i have a husband and a daughter. (well ok, she's a puppy.) this is the world through my eyes.

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