there were lots of things I dreamed of when I was growing up, but there were two little girl dreams I never abandoned on the way to being the mature woman I am today. Firstly, I wanted to throw the bouquet at my wedding and secondly, I dreamed of my husband carrying me over the threshold after we were married, as he whisked me off romantically into my new life.
Now, let’s not to get bitter about the bouquet thing – but the wedding singer did forget even though he wrote down my request. By the time I sought him out about throwing my bouquet he had forgotten and it was too late. I didn’t want to turn into a bridezilla (I had already let slide that he had played the wrong first dance…try gliding gracefully across the dance floor to Van Morrison’s Brown Eyed Girl when you thought you would be swooning away to Nat King Cole’s Unforgettable…which landed up being pretty forgettable I suppose.) I also had to give him credit – he was pretty damn good and there had been a fantastic atmosphere.
Now that threshold thing: We have lived in many houses and it has never happened. I have some vague memories of coyly mentioning it to Husband and having him look at me with a, “What the hell are you talking about?” kind of look. I suppose at other times we were laden with boxes, kids, baggage, the kitchen sink …
This weekend we went to a house auction. We had been looking for a new house for what seems like forever; even the kids gave up joining us on our weekend hunts for a new home. I will not go into the number of times we have walked away from auctions deflated and disillusioned. A few days before the auction, in the wee hours of a very restless night, I snuggled up to Husband and made my dream clear, “If we buy that house, promise me you will carry me over the threshold.” He grunted a reply, but I knew he had heard me and he knew better than to let me down at 2am.
Sometimes, instead of wishing for those dreams to come true, you need to just go right out there and demand them straight out.
We got the house! Come twelve weeks, I am going to be whisked over a new threshold in to a light, bright and airy home.
Oh, and for any interested parties, I will be throwing a bouquet at the housewarming party.
*Note to self. Lose 10 kg’s so husband can actually pick me up and carry me over.