Cohiba and I are getting married next year, and he and I were talking about our plans this morning. He doesn’t want to see the dress beforehand; doesn’t even want to see an idea of it, but I realized that his choice of wardrobe may change according to the dress, and I don’t want him to have regret.
We’re getting married at Disney, and I told him that one of the dresses I tried on, with surprising success, was a ball gown. That is just so Disney and princessy, and I said “That is totally not me.” He said, “What are you talking about? That is you. You love imagination and play – why do you think we have so much fun there?”
That warmed my cheeks and my heart, and it is in the spirit of love and imagination that I indulge my thoughts and seek out the pieces of art that speak to me.
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