Look, someone needs to come in here and make fun of this whole 'missing the top third' of the wedding dress stuff, or I'll be making raunchy jokes in a bloody engagement thread and that's crass even for me!
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Oh YAY!!!! That's one of the happiest, nicest, most wonderful landmarks EVER. Kat, I can't tell you how happy I am for you!! And how lucky YOU are, Matt!
Thank you for the lovely Valentine's Day gift, you two. I'm going to go kiss my husband and remember our courtship now.
(And for wedding dresses, I think I did well by getting mine at a secondhand wedding dress consignment shop in Denver in the midst of a blinding snowstorm. It was *exactly* what I wanted and fit me as if it had been made for me, even down to the length. It was perfect.)
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*hugs* Me too. Oh, thank you for your congratulations, everyone. I've been floating.
I hope this makes it okay that I couldn't come up and visit last fall. That NYC trip was the one where I was going to take a little tour of New England. That's still a plan to do at some point - I'm moving to D.C., and that's much, much closer.
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I'm slightly amazed I'm writing this. I've been around Hatrack for a long time my first post was in the "OSC, I challenge thee" thread, which seemed to bring a lot of lurkers out of the woodwork but although I have for years consistently skimmed the board at least a couple of times a week, once participated in a fluff thread, and even got into one or two rumbles, I've never considered myself a jatraquero.
I make this point to emphasize that the series of events that led to the posting of this thread seem to me nothing short of miraculous. (Though Katie will tell you the over-frequent use of the word 'blessing' rankles my theology.)
Some of you may remember that almost two years ago my sister married Katie's cousin. (And yes, this is a source of perpetual hilarity to all those appearing on the guest list we've borrowed from them.) I by then had been around here long enough to stop and look quizzically at the address on the envelope that I was helping my now-brother-in-law stuff. In fact, it seemed odd enough that it provoked my first Hatrack thread, which was, I believe, the first interaction that Katie and I ever had.
Katie didn't come to the wedding. Her uncle, though, talked her up to me, which led to a couple of frantically awkward moments in the back of my head.
Do I tell him that I know everything he's telling me about his niece from reading an internet message board? No. Probably not a good idea.
Flash forward a year. Katie needed help with a script. I am currently in grad school, which means that my summers are fully stocked with cubicle-oriented internships. I was looking for something interesting. I also used to make movies when I was an undergrad. So I emailed her, read the script, and liked it. And I liked her.
I sent her poetry. *eek*
She liked it. *yay*
(or said she did, I guess. hm.)
After a couple of weeks, I would try to stop by my computer around five thirty, Dallas time, when Katie would write me about the movie, about books, about . . . Well, on one hand, it mattered a great deal what it was about, because she is bright and fierce and funny and interesting on a thousand different topics (it is known), and more, she *cares.* She cares about the search for what is important about life, and she cares about whether Paul Giamatti will win an Oscar. The two on their own are rare enough; together they are exceptional. So on one hand it mattered, but on the other hand, it didn't matter at all. Katie is extraordinary; she lives and feels with passion, and if she had written me a thousand words about the layout of the cubicles at Boy Scout headquarters, by the middle of August I would have read it three times immediately and then again the next morning.
In August, she dropped hints that she was going to New York in October. I live in DC, a four hour bus ride south. By the end of September, I decided to close my eyes and step off the cliff like Indiana Jones.
We met at the steps of the Met at 2:30 in the afternoon on October 29. I got there a little early and saw her cross beneath me at the foot of the stairs. I came up behind her and said, "Katie." It was the first word I had ever spoken to her. And she turned around and smiled and she was radiant.
She was a step ahead of me as we went up the stairs, and I don't quite consciously remember making the decision which perhaps indicates how natural it seemed but I reached out and took her hand.
Right after I did it, I thought wait, maybe this is a bit too forward but in a moment of sheer amazement that I still can't quite believe, I realized that she didn't even seem surprised.
Katie told me once that she considers the Hatrack community her family. I guess I'm here to say and I'm not sure who or what to say it to but, thank you, and I treasure her as much as you all know she deserves.
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I've always felt that the perfect match was someone with whom you could be entirely yourself, warts and all, and still feel completely comfortable with each other and love each other. I love it when that happens.
"I hope this makes it okay that I couldn't come up and visit last fall. That NYC trip was the one where I was going to take a little tour of New England. That's still a plan to do at some point - I'm moving to D.C., and that's much, much closer"
You are SO forgiven! And now, you will be an east coaster. Oh, my.
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