Walking Down the Aisle to Guns N’ Roses

There’s many good reasons why It’s been almost a full month since the last time I wrote an entry, but the best reason I can give is that I met the man I’m going to marry. What I mean by that is that, I met the man I’m going to marry, literally, in a couple of months my last name is going to change.

So after I got down with my summer classes I had decided to make myself rest before I had to go back for fall quarter. One of the ways that I was going to rest was going to Coeur d’Alene, ID with my friends Renae and David. By the end of the five day trip I realized that I had a small attraction toward David and I knew he had one for me. On our way back from Idaho we stopped in Moses Lake to see one of my grandmas. My grandmother has this showcase room to display her collection she's gathered at gun shows with my grandfather before he passed away. David drank the room up, especially the WWI and WWII knives. After we looked around the house I stopped in the kitchen to talk to my grandma. I pulled the stool from the butcher block (childhood habit) and sat down and talked to her for about twenty minutes about random stuff. About a week later David said watching me with my grandmother that day will be a memory always imprinted in his head. I think seeing him with my grandmother was also when I started to fall for him hard. He’s the most polite person ever and not just with my grandma, but with anyone of any age.

After we got back I didn’t see him for a week. I went to Wenatchee to sort my thoughts out about how I was feeling. After a couple of days I was going to go nuts from not talking to him so I called him up. We talked whenever we could, before he went to work, his breaks at work, and after he got off of work. I think I talked to him more than I talk to Amanda and Elyse (my friends that I was staying with). At one time he suggested that after I got back home that we should go back to eastern Washington together. I agreed and so I went home and then the next day we drove to Wenatchee together. We talked about a lot of things. By the end of those two days I was in love and he had told me before we had left that he was already in love with me. He said that he had an instant attraction for me the first time he saw me in our writing class this summer. We went back home and faced the music. He broke up with Renae. (We’re all trying to be friends again though, which is a life lesson all in its self.)

This last Sunday we were sitting around talking and he said “Lets just elope”. That subject wasn’t anything new because I had suggested it before that, but then I took it an extra step and asked my mom what she thought of the idea after David had left my house for work. I didn’t think my mom would be for it, but she took me by surprise and said, “It would save me a lot of money.” So I called David up and told him what she said and he was just as surprised, but said okay lets do it this Saturday. That’s when I called up my brother and sister and told them I was getting married. Of all the people that I broke the news to my brother took it the worse. The tone in his voice was that of one that he knew he was losing his little sister. The little sister he still likes to think is just 14, that age I was when he moved out. It was hard especially when I told him that David is the same age as our older sister.

David ended up calling me later saying that his mom had a request that we waited until after David’s sister’s wedding in October. I could understand and so we deicided that we would wait until November. On Tuesday David went to have lunch with my dad to ask for his permission to marry me. David said it went well except for the fact that he was nervous the whole time. Later the same night my mom told me that my parents want me to have to wedding I’ve always wanted so they said go ahead and make my dreams come true. My mom said that my Dad would be upset if I didn’t have the wedding that I’ve always dreamed of. My parents are the best in the world. First I tell them I’m dating a 24 year old, then the next day I tell them I want to marry him, then the next I say I want to marry him in a week, and they took it all in with loving support.

So I’m already starting to realize what it means to sacrifice for the one you love. David is not the type to just sit and let me plan the whole wedding out. He’s already had one big request: that I walk down the aisle to Sweet Child O’ Mine by Guns and Roses. I tried not to laugh when he first brought it up, but the more he made me listen to song the more the idea grew on me.

So with in a month of not writing: I’ve broke up a relationship, I found that man I want to marry, I stirred up a lot of feeling in my family, and I agreed to walk down the aisle, at my wedding, to Guns N’ Roses. It's all very crazy, I'll be the first to admit it.