Dreams come true-

We walked to the rose garden mid-block, and changed our minds. What are we thinking! We just got married! It's time to *go to sleep*.

So we turned around and headed back.

Then I spotted it, the perfect puddle. I ran ahead of my Yellow Farmer (HUSBAND!) and splashed giddily into its heart, wedding dress and all.

Moments later I turned, and saw a freeze frame of perfection. Long knees were tucked high, arms out wide, a huge smile - and then instantly, this picture was replaced by the biggest most perfect splash I've ever dreamed of.

I melted. "You just made my dreams come true," I told him. I knew he would.

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So you should know that I invented this story in high school. My personal chick-flick story. My friends knew it. Here it is: I'm living in Seattle. (Ok, so I'm in the Northwest, and at the time I'd never been to Portland OR Seattle, I just knew I loved rain and mountains and city and it was up there in the Northwest.) One day, I'm out enjoying the puddles, and for some reason I'm in a formal dress. Suddenly, I'd be splashed, turn around, and there he woud be - the man I would marry. It didn't matter if I knew him or not. The man who fit this story would be it.

My friends from back in the day would ask me "so, been puddle hopping lately?" as code for "seeing anyone seriously?"

What better way and better day for my dream to become reality. It was the man I would marry. I did! It's real, my own real life chick-flick. Awwww. Maybe Sandra Bullock will play me in the movie version.

It Happened

The actualy, legal, real wedding happened. He said I Do, I said something like Yup or Uh-huh.
We didn't have big poems or fancy promises to say. We'd already taken care of that privately.
Somebody noticed we weren't recording anything, so they were smart enough to use the movie option on there digi cam. Good thing mostly because it's all a big blur spot to me at this point.

But I vividly remember what came next.

YF's friends were having their 5 yr. anniversary party that night. (At the Crystal Ballroom! Ok, in the same building, but I still have yet to set foot on that famous floor.) Because we didn't want to steal their thunder, we took off our temporary rings, and told nobody about where we had just been. I was still in my amazing straberry dress, and the smile couldn't have been scrubbed off my face with a wire brush.

We were in too much bliss to truly give anyone the notice they deserved. We danced - the first song we danced to as husband and wife was Bye Bye Blackbird. And we left early. Everyday music was just across the street, and YF had gift certificates so we went to go spend them. It had grown into perfect spring weather, baby showers and inviting puddles and I skipped every step in the night breeze.

The music store was fun. We found some music, YF let me pick what I wanted. Wahoo! Cambined music libraries. (I still haven't enjoyed his music as I should, though.)

We got home, and decided to go for a walk in the beautiful night. But then...