Happily Ever After

July 15, 2010

It has been said that a picture is worth a thousand words. If such is the case, then the cover of last week’s Focus said it all. Featuring a photo of myself and newly acquired spouse, it makes for a nice climactic finale to a touching love story. For those of you who’ve been following along for the past six months or so, this column became solely devoted to this column’s writer’s romantic interest, involvement and budding relationship with this column’s photographer. And though that picture is worth far more than a thousand words, we’re gonna tag a few more on to give it proper closure.

The Wedding
The dawn of the Big Day and the groom is up long before the sun. Nothing unusual, but these will be his last hours as a single man. Smoking placidly, awaiting the “nervousness” that is common with the coming event. Instead he finds a mellow calm and busies about taking care of odds and ends. You see, a dear friend told him not to let the enormity of the event nor the stress of the day ruin these once in a lifetime moments. Besides the stress was already building elsewhere and would be phoned in later.

The hours drag and fly by, the guests arrive. The stress comes, is handled, pushed aside and then the time is at hand. A quick kiss goodbye, and bride and groom go their separate ways, to prepare for ancient rites that will bind them forever as one.

It comes as no surprise that the groom is ready and waiting almost an hour before the bride. Nervous yet? Not a bit: calm, cool and confident, he savors these moments with eager anticipation.

The time has come and the procession begins- Preacher-man, best man, groom. It seems that the world is in a sad state of affairs that the “best man” the groom could find is his 16 year old daughter. However, it all seems right as she takes her place proudly beside her father.

Now after months of tedious planning, thousands of dollars and sleepless nights, it all comes down to this one moment. You see, any groom knows in his heart and mind if it’s all been worthwhile the moment he lays eyes on his bride - in that moment when he sees her at her radiant best. Music begins; he doesn’t hear it, as she steps from the shadowed entryway into the brilliant sunlight. His entire focus rests on her heavenly form. A rare smile plays across his lips, his heart soars and he cannot look away. In that instant he knows she is everything he could have ever hoped and dreamed for.

She is given to him. Vows and rings are exchanged and it’s over and done with in a matter of minutes that last an eternity. All the while he looks into her bright eyes, at the smile that parts her perfect lips, memorizing each curve and contour of her beautiful face and every curl in her hair. Wondering, hoping that he is good enough for her and deciding if he is not then he will find a way to be.

And so, much like any classic fairy tale our story finally comes to an end, with the couple walking away, arm in arm, to begin their lives together, and they lived happily ever after. So I guess that’s it. For the first time in my livid hell of a life I get a happy ending. Though to be quite honest, I think I prefer to look at it as a happy beginning. Geez-us I’m getting all misty here. I keep this up and it’s not hard to picture zombie romance novels in my future. Next week we’re back to business as usual. Till then if you can’t be with the one you love, find a private place and love yourself.

I welcome almost all questions and comments via through the Focus, or e-mail me at chainsawo53@aol.com. Hope to hear from ya, until then try and stay focused!