Hi y’all. It has been quite some time since I posted here. But I have been one li’l busy bee of a boy over the past few months, and once you read this, you’ll understand the why of that.
‘Twas 1-year, 11-months, 2-weeks and 5-days ago that I began a journey to an unknown destination with the simple click of the mouse on my computer. Since that time, the road traveled has been one of joy, mystery, adventure and full of its usual bumps and dust. That puts me in mind of the opening line of Robert James Waller’s wonderful novel, one of my all time favs, The Bridges of Madison County: “There are songs that come free from the blue-eyed grass, from the dust of a thousand country roads. This is one of them. And this is our song, the one that belongs to Lynndee and me.
On that day, which seems like only yesterday, Lynndee and I came into contact for the first time. Little did I know that that initial coming together would lead to what is to transpire today, the literal coming together of two like-minded spirits and souls, for today the lady whom I call my li’l cutie Anghel will become my li’l cutie Anghel wife. At this very minute, she is at the salon doing the final hair and make up preps for the magic moment. The next time I lay eyes on her will be in 3 1/2 hours when she begins her trip down the aisle on her way to becoming my true partner and soulmate, the last love of my life and the lady who will begin an odyssey traveling by my side on the way to forever, together.
And at this minute in my life, I can’t help but recall the poem I discovered as a 9-year-old boy, one that spoke to me in a way I was yet to understand for I had yet to have experienced the dusty roads of life. But it touched me and has been my companion over all the years, leading me to this ultimate moment of transformation. With all due respect and apologies to the author, the great Irish poet William Butler Yeats, I can’t help but paraphrase and share what I feel today as what was once just a dream becomes a reality.
And though I’ve grown old with wandering
Over dusty roads and hilly and hollow lands,
I have found my glimmering girl,
Kissed her lips and held her hands.
And we will now lie in long, dappled grass
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun
Yes, today is the day we finally begin to truly begin plucking all the beauty and joy that awaits us. Though there will be more dusty roads ahead, what she so quaintly calls the spices of life, as I always remind her, not all spices are of the bitter nature and I can’t wait to share with her the sweetness of all those silver and golden apples. I love you my soon-to-be Mrs. Anghel. MWAAAHUUGS! (“,)
