It’s a long way from Albuquerque
Had the opportunity yesterday to pick up my finally finished wedding dress.
This custom made dress purchase has been an odd experience, but in the end, I think it will be lovely. Most importantly, it’s DONE.
At the end of the fitting appointment, they placed a long zippered bag into my arms and sent me on my way.
I rode the creaky elevator down holding the dress out from my body like a sick child, careful not to bump or soil it.
I stepped out onto the street in San Francisco, headed to find The Good Man.
As I waited for the light to turn so I could cross a busy intersection, I had crystal moment of realization.
Look at me, here now. How did I get here?
I’m walking in Union Square in the glorious and tony San Francisco, holding before me my custom made WEDDING dress.
How did this little insecure girl from New Mexico end up here?
Amazing how far I’ve come. I’m proud of me.
As I crossed the street, my eyes searched out the The Good Man. I found him, leaning against a wall, looking more handsome than ever. And I started crying.
Happy tears. Relief.
I don’t know how I got so lucky. I’m just so grateful I did.