20 years ago, a fairy tale
Once upon a time 20 years ago today, I was the star of a really short fairy tale. Or a fairy tale wedding anyway. A white satin wedding dress embroidered with pearls. A bouquet of white roses, carnations and baby's breath flowers that resembled my mother's own bouquet she carried on her wedding day three decades prior. A handsome guy waiting at the altar of the most beautiful basilica in the Midwest to say "I do" and "death do us part" with me. Getting to watch a sunset over the ocean from a honeymoon suite in Hawaii the next day. Everything was quite perfect in my fairy tale. I never would have guessed that I wouldn't get the "happily ever after" part of it though.
I watch my wedding video every year on this date. Like an old movie I know all the lines to, I know every movement, every bridesmaid's smile, every groomsman's laugh, every silly joke made, every dance played. Two decades flew by. But I still remember vividly what things were like 20 years ago when Matthew and I were just 26, getting married on the 26th.
20 years ago he used to pinch my fingers because they were always cold. He couldn't keep his hands off me and I loved that
20 years ago we stayed out late with friends at bars dancing to Eminem and drinking rum and Cokes.
20 years ago we ate a lot of pizza and went out to dinner too much because his new wife didn’t know how to cook anything
Today I especially remember 20 years ago, standing on the balcony of our Maui honeymoon suite watching people come and go on the sand below us, and we made another promise. We vowed to come back to this beautiful honeymoon vacation spot on our 20-year anniversary. No matter what, we'd come back. Would we have kids? What would they be like? Smart or silly? They ought to have blue (or green eyes) like his, I thought for sure. Who would WE be? I thought about how old we'd be. I thought age 46 sounded like it was going to be ancient or grey haired at least. As all these far-fetched thoughts went through my head, not once did I think we wouldn't make it back here to reunite 20 years in the future.
All four of my children have dark brown eyes like me and all four are so smart like him—honor roll students again this year— and they all have a lot of silly in them too. They are growing into people that he never knew, but yet people that he WAS himself.
I'll tell them their dad wanted to take them here. It was his idea to come back. I want them to know where the fairy tale began. No matter where we are or how much time has passed, my children are the "happily ever after" from my short (but ever-so-lucky) fairy tale that started 20 years ago.