Tomorrow

Tomorrow the sun is gonna shine.  Weather.gov says so, anyways.  Tomorrow is the end of an era and a step into a new one.  And I feel blind.  I have no idea what my husband is up to, but he's sure it's gonna win my heart all over again.  He's warned me I will cry (and laughed, and admitted the one detail he hadn't thought of was I might need extra make-up afterwards).  He's said that I asked for a miracle and he's providing one.  


Can I admit I'm a little scared?  You see this boy?  He has my heart.  Engraved on the inside of his wedding ring is "completely and forever."  Because that's what I expected.  And tomorrow if he pulls this off I get to see this boy I have loved for so long, even without being able to say it aloud, turn into a man.  Right in front of my eyes.  And that will be the miracle I've been waiting for.  


So I'm quietly whispering words of hope into the universe.  I'm praying on my knees and wishing on stars and crying.  Because I'm scared.  Because I'm not ready for us to be over.  Because I love him more than all the stars in every sky, more than every speck of dust or grain of sand on anything in all the universe.  


Tomorrow it's a now or never moment, and I'm looking forward to the sun beginning to shine.