love, love isn’t always love the way that we mean…

Do you ever have those days when you can’t stop thinking about something, even though you know that you really shouldn’t be thinking about it? I’ve been like that a few weeks now. It always happens with me. I go to a friend’s wedding and for weeks after I keep thinking about what my wedding will be like or if I will ever get to have a wedding. This last time has been the most interesting. Last weekend I was listening to a new CD that I bought with one of my Christmas giftcards (it has been on my list of CDs to buy for a few months now!) and the last song came on and all of a sudden I had one of those strange moments where you can see yourself. I was dancing at my wedding. I’ve never had a song that I thought “Hey, I want them to play this at my wedding reception!” I’ve thought of songs for pretty much every part of the ceremony, but never for my first dance. It was actually quite humorous because I was driving to my parent’s house in Orlando when I was listening to it and I put the song on repeat so that I could hear it again and I actually missed my exit to their house. I’ve driven that road MANY times, but apparently, I was so enthralled with the song that I drove right past it!

I should totally be in bed right now, but I heard the song again as I was driving home tonight and I just can’t get it out of my head. In my head I’m waltzing (well, sort of waltzing…the song has a waltz rhythm.) with my faceless Mr. Darcy and for some reason I just needed to write about it. I’ve needed to write for a while, but I just haven’t. This is as good a time as any, I suppose. So, that’s where I am. Somewhere between reality and a song and a hope.