Ten days after Lex died, I bought a wedding dress. I had to explain to the saleslady why my tears as I stood there looking at myself in the mirror were NOT tears of joy.
Today I am thrilled to finally be able to be able to share something I’ve known for the last two months: this summer I will be marrying an amazing, wonderful, kind and extraordinarily-patient man who for some reason thinks he’s the lucky one! He’s a former infantry Marine (pre-9/11), something I didn’t know when we started dating, but somehow I’m not surprised it ended up this way…
We had been talking about this for several months and it was what I mentioned I had been wanting to tell Lex about but had so regrettably delayed until it was too late. I’ve since received some consolation from a mutual friend who reported that after meeting my now-fiance last summer, Lex had remarked to our friend, “She’s found a keeper.”
As always, he was absolutely right.
Although… it might simply have been that fact that when it came time to order drinks, my fiance had unhesitatingly asked for a Guinness, which Lex reported on the blog that evening, “won my heart.”
Now he’s got mine, too.