At Coney Island Mermaid Parade, June 20, 2009
Three years ago today, the torrents of rain that we thought were signaling the end of the world, stopped suddenly so that we could get married. And there in the middle of a small circle of friends and family, the sun broke through the clouds as we said the vows we had written to each other. Dragonflies cut through the skies and flew around us and a falcon landed on a nearby branch to watch. You looked at me and said, “I do.”
On that day, three years ago, I gave you a battered green velvet journal. It was my wedding gift to you.
On the first page, dated two days after I first laid eyes on you, I wrote that the book would one day be your wedding present. Over the years, I carefully chronicled the early days of our love story so it would never be forgotten. The book held my predictions scrawled in many different inks. It held ticket stubs and roadside maps, rose petals and Chinese fortunes, candle wax and glitter. Three years ago today, I was able to finally give you the worn green velvet journal, filled with the beginning of the story of us.
It was such an important gift to give you. The gift that I knew along….that from the moment I saw you I knew we were meant to be together. Proof that magic does indeed exist.
You came to me with a head filled of stories and adventure. You came to me with ideas and dreams bigger than I could have imagined on my own. You took me on my first cross-country road trip. We drove through large fires spanning either side of the road in Death Valley. We slept at falling apart roadside motels or curled up in the car. The wind that whipped around the car was filled with the sound of mixes that you put together for me. The soundtrack to our life together reeling down dusty back roads that spanned on for forever. It was the first time I remember not really knowing where I was and enjoying the freedom in that. That road trip changed my life – it made me realize all of things that I had so longed for. That by just getting behind the wheel – a life of adventure awaited.
You saw the real me and brought her out for the world to see. You took dreams I kept in my heart so long and made them happen. And you continue to make them happen now.
You are the storyteller – and what you say takes form.
I am in awe of the beautiful adventures that lie ahead of us as we blaze toward the year of immortality. The year of Pocket and Blue. Of inked gypsy fortunes on white pages of a dusty green journal.
Get behind the wheel, my Love. The road awaits.
It was written for us.