Sunday, July 19, 2009

Each time I have picked up “The Stuff of Thought” by Steven Pinker of late, I have read something that has been appropriate to a recent intellectual quandary. While on vacation in Lake Placid, Florida, I read a chapter that resolved several issues I was struggling with in the thesis I eventually proposed. Today, I found Pinker’s discussion of metaphor to tie together several thoughts and inspire me to write.

The English language has several types of metaphors. Most people will respond with examples of poetic or literary metaphors when asked to describe a metaphor such as, “She is the apple of my eye,” or “Jenifer is the sun blazing across the sky of my soul.” However, Pinker’s discussion of the conceptual metaphor, “love is a journey” resonated across several thoughts tonight, but first a little of bit of background.

Jenifer and I met at Barry University during the fall 2000 semester, but it was the fall semester of 2001 that really began our journey. On October 19, 2001 Jenifer joined me for dinner before we attended the Better Than Ezra concert in Boynton Beach, Florida. Considering myself a more than adequate cook, I prepared breaded chicken breasts with jalapeƱos, onions, and rice. To this day, I don’t remember why I put so many fresh jalapenos into the pan with the chicken. Whether it was an accident or some desire to give us something to laugh about for the next 8 years and counting has rightly been lost to the annuals of time. What is most memorable about that night is that the shared experience of crying while I cooked and sweating while we ate, cemented our friendship

On June 29th, 2009, I asked Jenifer to marry me. It was an incredible and special moment. I didn’t “pop” the question; she knew I was going to ask her that night. I didn’t feel any anxiety or doubt as to her answer; she had said several times that she would say yes. What I did feel as I asked was an amazing continuation from that time in October 2001 when we first spend an evening together, through that moment of verbalizing my love and intent, and into our future together. The storybooks say this moment represents a change in relationship metaphors, “As we begin down the road of life together, love is a grand journey.” For Jenifer and I, this one moment is better described by, “Add water and watch it grow.”

Jenifer and I had been traveling together for a long time before we came to realize we have been holding hands all this time. She has shown me unconditional love through some of my darkest times, even if she didn’t understand where the darkness was originating. We shared thoughts with each other that have never been trusted to the others that have come and gone from our lives. While we may have been on different roads, we were always side-by-side.

When we officially started dating on January 4th, 2009, there was a fair amount of trepidation about how to tell our friends and family. Although I had no doubt our families would be excited and supportive, there is a definite social stigma attached to friends who become lovers. Jen and I have been in the same circle of friends for a very long time and I expected a fair amount of good intentioned warnings about the chances of loosing such an important friendship if something happens and we were to break up. Instead, as we told more and more of our mutual friends, we got the same reply, “CONGRATULATES! It’s about time you two figured it out!” It seems most of our valued and trusted advisors, confidants, and protectors collectively decided to keep their mouths shut and let us wander about obvious to the obvious until we figured it out on our own. There were the occasional comments to be sure, but none that were at appropriate times or understood to be serious suggestions from the commenter. I am not bitter nor am I resentful because I know our friends love us very much. Our road together has thus far been filled with some amazing experiences, unconditional love, and unwavering support for each other. Reflecting on those experiences we often find ourselves laughing at the obviousness of hindsight, “Why didn’t we see this sooner.”

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Shiny!

Bride. Engaged. Wedding. These are words that I didn’t really think I’d use in a sentence with the words “I am a”, “We are”, and “Our”. Not to say that I was against the idea of being married. I just simply never really gave it much thought. I was always content with the notion of being in a long-term relationship and living with the person for a long time, to the point where it was like a common-law husband/wife. I wasn’t really the type of girl who dreamed about “the big day.” The only thoughts that I can recall having was that I wanted to not wear shoes and be outside. That was pretty much the extent of my thoughts regarding my own wedding.

But as we all know, life rarely goes as you envision it…

As of June 29, 2009 I am a bride. We are engaged. And we are planning our wedding. There. I said them. Those sentences! Naturally I am thrilled and delightfully happy! Because I am going to marry an amazing guy who I am madly in love with. I admit some of the wedding hoopla can be fun… like trying on dresses (I admit I love clothes. I am a girl after all.) Designing the invitations. (Hey, as a photographer/graphic designer, that doesn’t need to really be explained.) Cake. (Come on, who doesn’t like dessert? Yea,‘nuff said.) But when I was talking with my maid of honor and best friend of 20 years, she began mentioning the following words: silverware, glasses, linens, chair backings… the sound of wedding bells went from a gentle sweet ring to a horrendous clanging. Chair backings?! I am confuzzled! So… let me get this straight… because I love Shawn with all my heart and want to spend the next 50+ years with him, I need to worry about choosing a cover for the chairs… Riiiight. Tell you what; I think I want all of these chair backings to be mismatched! That’s right, make them aaaalll different and use whatever you can find. Or even better, lets have these chairs be naked.

I guess I am kind of an anti-bride. It isn’t the idea of getting married of course. It’s the notion of this being the most important and biggest day of your life. When you stop and think about that… it’s actually a pretty depressing thought. I don’t want my wedding day to be the best day. I want all of my future days with Shawn to be the best! The whole “big important day” mentality just doesn’t fly well with me.