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}.