As silent as a feather falling from the sky, my feet slide into my beautiful hooker shoes. My body screams, "YOU are a fool! It has been to many years since you walked in these." My heart is set and there is no going back.
Approaching the closet, my hand probes the dark enclosure. With the silence of a butterfly landing on a flower, my fingers gingerly alight on the chosen garment for the evening. I remove the hanger and slide into it. Like a free falling waterfall, the slinky, black sequined material falls over my softly aged body.
Vowing not to look in the mirror, I turn my head away as I pass. I am aware that my mind has one
"better than life" picture of what I probably look like, and TONIGHT, I want to savor that.
"better than life" picture of what I probably look like, and TONIGHT, I want to savor that.
Moments pass, and my escort for the evening is straightening his attire in the loo. The mild enticing aroma of his cologne arrives before my eyes rest on him. I hear a pregnant pause in his footsteps as he enters the room. Arising from the edge of the bed, our eyes meet. Oddly, it feels like our own wedding day, but I am reminded that that was over thirty years ago. His arms slides around me and he whispers, "You look beautiful!"
I slid my hand through his arm and we stroll to our vehicle. A warm breeze gently enters through the open car windows and gently wraps itself around me. Peace and excitement are my companions on this drive.
Arriving at the stunning lakeside venue, I am greeted by my soon-to-be new daughter. Her kind heart; gentle mannerisms; and love for my son is evident is each action and word. She is simply beautiful inside and out. My heart is overwhelmed and I can feel the hot tears sneaking out already.
Two hours have slipped through my fingers. My mind is searching for a way to stop time. I want to fully savor every detail of this evening. However, the grains of sand keep sliding through the eternal hourglass and I know that my search is futile, so I will do the best I can to allow each moment to be etched into my heart with indelible ink.
Giving us the final instructions, the Rabbi strolls to the front of the lakeside deck and the ceremony proceeds. Pristine beauty and raw emotion twirl through the next thirty-three minutes as the traditional Jewish ceremony 
In true jewish custom, the fabulous celebrating starts and, us who are new to the family, attempt to join in. My feet do not know the dances, but my heart is determined to fully
1:10 am I am horizontal in a splendid hotel room, but my mind is reliving each precious moment. 3:10 arrives and I become aware that my feet are tremendously swollen. It is in this moment that I realize they are throbbing and this is why sleep is evading me. Maybe I missed the lesson, but for this stubborn, Plank-Eyed Girl, I still think the shoes were perfect!
May you savor the moments that make your heart breath and your soul thank the one who created you.
Until we Chat Again,
The Plank-Eyed Girl
May you savor the moments that make your heart breath and your soul thank the one who created you.
Until we Chat Again,
The Plank-Eyed Girl
What a beautiful description of an unforgettable day, in an awesome unforgettable pair of shoes. God knows all the swelling is worth every minute of that day. I just came home from the joining of our baby son and a most precious addition of the perfect kind hearted girl. My new daughter in law. I too wished I could freeze time just as it was, but knew that life is to be experienced and the new couple needed to live it, not in a memory, but in real time.
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ReplyDeleteSo beautiful!
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