We made it

 
I can see it as clear as my reflection in the mirror. It's you and me, sweet girl, making our run for it. From the church, past the people, and into the sunshine. It's you and me, and it's the story I've been aching to write — our story. 

We drive into that breezy, balmy morning, away from all of that noise. It's just you and me for a moment, dear, as I park the car and we both stop, our hearts still pounding like the rain on a tin roof. Our eyes meet, and it hits us like the first peals of thunder. This is it, honey, and for the rest of our lives. This is the moment we've been waiting for. I belong to you and you belong to me. 

Your face is blushing and my hands are shaking, and I can barely see straight because it's all happening too fast. I just want to slow it down, you know, and make it last. It's slipping away, and I'm grasping at it, and it's almost gone again ... until I realize you're not going anywhere. You've just promised me the rest of your life, and I promised you mine. I turn away as the realization races through me — that you're really mine — and I cry like I've cried over you a thousand times, but this time I'm the happiest I've ever been. 

Someday, pretty girl, this won't be just the scrawlings on a blog or the imaginings of my mind. Someday this will all be real. I'll wait for you and our someday. I'll stay up every night and wait for your phone call. I'll send you cards and flowers and poems until I die. Because I don't want anyone else. 

And someday I'll gather you in my arms and carry you across our threshold and into a new world — a world where I'll never have to go without you. On that day, you'll see me try to hold back those tears, but they'll overcome me in a wave of happiness. Holding you close, I'll breathe in your ear the sweetest words I know: "We made it."