A Dream Come True

Remember back in the day, when you were a kid and you'd often think of hypothetical situations and daydream about the future? I can clearly recall conversations with childhood friends over which three wishes I'd want granted by a genie. I knew exactly which wish, and I also knew exactly which question I'd ask my adult self, or which glimpse of time I'd want to be a spectator of if God or a magical dream could take me to the future. I remember rushing to grab the newest edition of Seventeen magazine with friends and flipping through to the best part - the silly yet highly anticipated "Love and Dating" quiz section, which we blushed and giggled over during recess and sleepovers. And, also out of curiosity, I'd take a peek at the horoscopes, never being a believer of astrology, but secretly hoping the stars would line up at the right place at the right time so that maybe...I'd know.

It was a state of wonder that followed me into my adult years - sure, more subtly and logically, but ever present and profound. I wanted to know...who that one special person out there was. The one for me! I wanted to know his name. I wanted to see his face and hear his voice. I wanted to know if he'd love me in the same way; I wanted to know what made him laugh, or what kind of music made him dance. I wanted to know what his favorite kind of food was and if he'd like my cooking. But most of all, I wanted to know his name. The name of the man I would someday marry. Adam Carter!

And now this is all just crazy to me, still, after seven months of being engaged to him. It's surreal that I can just so easily send him a text, kiss him goodbye or hold him close. We've really found each other. And it's all here and happening. Now. And every time I think of it I become emotional!

If I could turn it around and tell my childhood self what I know now, I know little me would smile real big and be so proud. And there is really no way to describe how great it feels.

xo E