Hanging In The Air

               The wedding was absolutely BEAUTIFUL, and the entire thing went so smoothly and perfectly. Aside from one bridesmaid getting a bit fussy for a while, not a single thing went wrong. A very pleasant surprise. As soon as I get pictures together, I will be sure to post some!

             I got to Indianapolis very late Wednesday night, after getting a bit lost. (Thank you for that Goggle maps!) But we did find the hotel a little after midnight. I got to sleep in a bit before my mom and I went downstairs to find a hot breakfast (yum, our company serves great food!) and then went back upstairs to iron some clothes and shower before it was time to pick up Frank. Strangely I wasn’t so nervous about seeing him, but rather nervous about how we’d act around each other and I was hoping things wouldn’t be awkward for us. I got VERY lost trying to find the airport. It turns out, they built the new one right beside the old one, and while my directions were probably right at one time, they weren’t right anymore. The rain was pouring and construction crews were changing street signs and exit numbers and I couldn’t figure out for an hour where I was supposed to go. A very nice man at a hotel gave me amazingly easy directions and I parked my car in the garage and just as I did so the gas light came on. Oops! haha   Now I just had to pray that we made it out of the airport and to a gas station before my poor little car went kaput.

         Frank was coming down the escalator just as I walked into the baggage claim and he kissed me briskly on the mouth. He looked the same, felt the same, smelled the same. I searched his face for signs that he was somehow…different now, but I couldn’t find any. We made it back to the hotel and had dinner with Mom and David. When it was time for bed I changed into my night clothes in the bathroom, suddenly feeling shy around him. We slept beside each other, our heads kind of sharing a pillow, but not touching.  Maybe he was waiting for me to show signs of wanting closeness with him.

       The next day we got up and drove down to Bloomington to start the wedding festivities and everything went in a very fast pace motion. After the we got back to our room from the reception, we held each other the entire night. It was kind of a magical evening. We slow danced and kissed and laughed and took pictures. He looked incredibly handsome in his new vested suit. I don’t think I am even biased in saying he was the MOST attractive man there. I was very proud to be on his arm. I found myself thinking I can’t believe that I went in search of someone else….(i.e. the guy from STL) Frank and I may have lots to work through and talk about, but I know in my heart and my soul he is it. No matter the age or what happened before us, right now he is it. You know?

        We haven’t had a chance to talk about things yet. I am kind of wondering how to just, bring it up and not make him feel put on the spot. I want him to feel like he can be totally open with me. I don’t see him going out of his way to blurt it out though, so it may take just saying, "so hey….about you being born in ’73 and ….." I’d like to do it when we’re alone though, and until David leaves and mom scrams, it probably wont happen.

But so far? So good.