"More coffee?" my friend calls out to me from her kitchen.
"Sure" I answer, sitting among her perfectly mis-matched sofa cushions (striped ones, floral ones and plaid ones, but you see, they're all matching greens and browns, so they are matching, but in a one-of-a-kind way -- she'd explained this to me that's how I know).
As my eyes scan her knick-knacks, I soon notice the staple of every living room: the beautifully framed, professionally taken wedding photo of the two of them. Her hair all done, her face perfectly made up, her husband's tie matching the violets and purples of her bouquet matching her earrings matching the blooming peach trees and the perfect sunset behind them. The perfect moment, perfectly captured and perfectly framed.
Geoff and I didn't have a traditional wedding. It was just the two of us and it was spur of the moment. I didn't match anything in the background and we don't have a wedding photo. After getting married we went and had lunch at a mediocre cafe on the beach listening to live reggae. Geoff had fish and chips and I had a grilled cheese sandwich.
"Did you see the nail fungus cream, honey?" I hear my friend's husband yell down to her from their upstairs bathroom.
"I'll be right back" my friend assures me, a little embarrassed, as she quickly disappears up their staircase.
As I am left sitting there, across from the perfectly framed photo of their wedding, leaning against the Pottery Barn Fall Catalog, page 21, mis-matched sofa cushions they bought for last Christmas, I am beginning to wonder when exactly in a marriage do the Ingrid Bergman/Humphrey Bogart moments morph into the banal lives of Al and Peg Bundy.
Don't get me wrong, I am romantic. A dreamer all the way. But no way will some flowy dress and a carriage ride ever make me feel like a princess. What does make me feel like a princess is when I catch Geoff staring at me in awe as I do the dishes in some old t-shirt, and with the used coffee filter dripping from his hand to the floor, he says "You're so beautiful".
I am in love. Head over heels. I melt every time Geoff compliments me. He blushes every time I tell him how handsome he is. And I only buy those ugly paper plates because he likes them.
Have a happy Valentine's Day
and thanks for reading.