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8.20.2012

A LETTER TO THE MAN WHO'LL MAKE ME AN HONEST WOMAN// do it on the front stoop.
































I have two recurring fantasies.

The first involves wood floors, clean white socks, and the song Isn't she lovely. He's wearing boxer briefs and I'm swimming in his oversized Hanes t-shirt, a relic from his college days that's about one wash away from complete disintegration. We both have the white socks on. Ankle socks to be exact.

He sings along to the stereo and we dance--slipping and sliding, unleashing the inner eight-year-olds who know how to turn any wood floor into a veritable slip-and-slide wonderland.


The second is this.

I want to find him on the doorstep. Unexpected. I want to turn the corner after a long day, a long month, a long year and find him half-smiling with a bouquet of flowers. He'll be sitting there. And when he sees me, he'll stand. At first I won't understand. Who is this man I knew so many lifetimes ago? I'll climb the steps and he'll step aside. I'll put the key in the door and pause. I'll feel his breath on my neck. And his silence will fill me, satiate me. I'll push the door open and he'll follow in step. And we'll begin our life together.

That's what I want. To find the man I dream on the front stoop.


So my dearest, darling-est, dreamiest husband-to-be, know this...

don't take me to the ballet. or the rainbow room. don't make it a carriage ride through central park or a weekend getaway. i'm not even sure i need you to get on one knee. but do it on the door step. on the front stoop. sitting next to me. on the same level. turn to me and ask me to be your best friend, your lover, your absolute equal. so that then we can go inside and begin our life together, as we've always known we should.


That being said, you sure as hell better ask my father first. I believe in chivalry. And I was raised in the South.





{words have been relatively scarce this summer. so in lieu of writing i'm attempting to organize the blog a bit. i was going through the old posts when i cam across this and just for the hell of it i thought i'd share--it's one of my very favorites. so much has changed since i wrote this in march of 2009 but much of what's here still holds true. not all of it. but most of it}.

23 comments:

Megan said...

These letters are my favorite part of your blog, but I'm pretty sure this was my favorite one. Love it. And I can't wait for that man to show up for you!

megan. said...

I read this forever ago, but reading it today made me feel just as alive and full in heart as it did then. love your writing style and beautiful, wonderfully crafted words. you are timeless.

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Megan Allen said...

These letters are my favorite part of your blog, but I'm pretty sure this was my favorite one. Love it. And I can't wait for that man to show up for you!

communikate. said...

I love this one!

And yes, to asking your father first. Graham surprised me and asked me when I thought for sure he hadn't asked my dad first. After I said "yes!!" I said.. "wait! you didn't ask my dad!" He laughed and then told me how he had driven hours to go to a family gathering that I wasn't able to attend to ask my dad (and whole family for that matter) all the while I thought he was at work. Ah man.. I'm getting butterflies all over again. :)

jackie said...

Oh goodness, I love these things. And yes. That proposal sounds just like you, or at least the you that we know. Yes to it all.

hannah debbie said...

You know that quality that only the best writers have, where they describe a scene and you can picture it play out perfectly in your head, just like a movie? Well, not very many bloggers have that, but you do, and it is brilliant.

Julia said...

Ah, romance. Never gets old, does it? I truly enjoy reading these letters.

FOR SURE he should ask your dad first (mom too!). it is such an important tradition in my eyes. I love hearing my husband's account of when he asked for my parents' blessing.

Robby Spratt said...

I like these a lot too!
I also like your reference to the rainbow room.
Does that mean the same thing that I think it means?
I've only heard that term used in the movie Sunset Boulevard, and it was referring to the bathroom...
:)

Diana said...

I agree with what hannah debbie wrote. You do have that way about you.

Beautiful fantasies. I hope they one day become your reality.

andrea said...

Your letters are so great! I always enjoy reading them :)

katilda said...

ahhh YES. this gave me chills, then made me laugh at the part about asking your father. i hope this guy shows up on your front porch, and i feel like he might be named joe fox.

Anna said...

I just came upon this quote, which of course made me think of you and your love.

“Sometimes your whole life could hinge on a fraction of an inch. Or the beat of a nanosecond. Or the knock on a door.”
— Phury, Lover Awakened.

p.s. Have you ever seen the episode of Everybody Loves Raymond (yes, I know, it's dorky. It's also my fave.) when and he Debra meet after he delivers a futon to her? It's so sweet & realistic! You'd like it, I think.. : )

Tiffany said...

I absolutely love this. Your letters to the future husband are my favorite, but this one might be my favorite of those! Perfect.

~Tiffany
http://tiffanyd22.blogspot.com

Erin said...

"...you sure as hell better ask my father first." LOL I love it.

jimmylou said...

this is so absolutely beautiful. ahhh. your writing style is perfection.

Erin said...

Oh I love this. Love the dancing fantasy. :)

.Jessica. said...

Wow. Chills. Just put a smile on my face and goosebumps on my arms. Bravo.

leah jane said...

This is the post in which I fell in love with you in a completely platonic I couldn't agree more or said it more perfectly kind of way! I'm glad you posted it again.

Erica said...

as a new reader, i'm so glad you reposted this. i have chills from reading your beautiful words, and i also want to say hell yes to chivalry and to being raised in the south.

Amanda said...

I so love this. I've started writing letters to my future husband and I feel like I miss a man I've never met. If only he could just show up at my door...

Elle Johns said...

Love these letters-can't wait for him to show and all your dreams come true! :) Your blog is awesome-just became a member/follower of your blog. I hope you'll follow me back and we can keep in touch. Happy Blogging!!! 



Elle xoxo

www.thehighfeather.com 

Alyssa said...

I'm pretty sure that, with this, I've just found my new favorite blog. Your writing is beautiful.