A picture says a thousand words. Today’s post is going to be a little different. I have an untold story for you all that took place this past October. It just so happens that this story revolves around my favorite picture from 2015.
Back in October, the girls and I headed to the White Mountains to watch our beautiful college roommate, Lauren get married to the man of her dreams. While Michelle and I were sitting in our pew in the barnyard church, I turned around to see if the ceremony was about to begin.
As I was looking behind me, I noticed this incredibly handsome man sitting several pews back. I turned around and instantly started giggling, informing Michelle of the super cute guy behind us. I couldn’t stop laughing like a little girl. He was SO CUTE and damn did he have style. A man in a suit that fits… will you marry me?
I believe when I turned to Michelle, I told her that I was going to make him mine. Ha!
Once we made it to the reception barn and onto the dance floor, I noticed that the church hunk was the life of the dance floor. A handsome man who dresses to the nines and can dance… help me Lord!
I was still on a mission, and ended up asking Lauren if he was single. Yes, with the one condition that he’s arrogant. At that, I backed off and forgot about him, but I still wanted what I shouldn’t have. About a quarter of the way into the night, we were facing each other, a few feet apart, when Justin Bieber’s “What Do You Mean” came on.
We started dancing to it together, in a choreographed manner, and after that song, he looked at me and said, “I’m not done with you just yet.”
We danced to every song after that, fast and slow, for hours. He twirled me around, held onto me, and called me Princess Allie.
When the night ended, we stood in the barn, talking. He looked at me and said, “I’m not leaving without one.” He grabbed my face with both of his hands and kissed me, in front of everyone.
As we walked outside and were standing on the first snowfall of the year, he kissed me again, and 20 minutes later when Michelle and I made it back to our rooms, I had a text from him making sure that I made it back okay.
He made me feel beautiful, desirable, and like a Princess, just as he said. Dancing with him from songs ranging from Taylor Swift to Journey, he made me feel like a little girl; alive, young and carefree.
It was one of my favorite memories from 2015, and easily my favorite picture from 2015.
When I first looked at the picture, I couldn’t stop noticing how scrunched up my nose was, immediately pointing out a flaw and thinking that my face ruined what could have been a good picture. As I looked at the picture more, I realized, “look at how your nose and face is scrunched up in pure happiness.”
When I look at this picture, all I see is happiness, and I’m immediately taken back to this night in the White Mountains, on a chilly October evening.
Recently I had someone make me feel undesirable and really awful about myself, and instead of staying in the negative, within minutes I escaped to the memory of this night. I took one look at the picture, and I immediately shook off those awful feelings I had running through my mind.
Let this be a reminder that while our smile might make our cheeks look full, at least you have a reason to be smiling. Or for me, that scrunched up nose is scrunched up because I’M HAPPY.
While I never spoke to him again, how lucky am I that I get to go through the rest of my life with this wonderful memory? Every person that we come in contact with has a role in our life, and this guy, well he made me realize that I can get what I want, that I am desirable, to stay young, to let my hair down every once in a while, and sing as loudly as I can with all of my heart and not to worry about how I look.