November 14, 2015
4:00 p.m. Pacific Time
I'm sitting in my living room right now, and it is seven o'clock your time. Your mom and dad are holed up in a bar down the block, and your sweet boyfriend is in your parents' yard, among a string of lights and a sea of candles, waiting for you to arrive. When you do, he's going to ask you if you'll spend the rest of your life with him—because he wants to spend the rest of his with you. But you don't know that yet, you think today's just an average dinner at your parents' place. He's been plotting for weeks, designing your dream ring with help from your friends, asking you leading questions about the most special places in your life. And you, being who you are, cited your parents' beautiful little garden. So there he is, waiting to offer himself to you. And you'll say yes, of course, because you've never loved anyone the way you do him. Because you've never been this comfortable or safe or yourself before. Because you, like he, recognize the miraculous match the universe has delivered to you.
And I am here, in my living room, picturing your sweet face, sparkling with tears and happiness and candlelight. Your mom and I—and Jeff too—are dying of anticipation. For you to cross this incredible finish and starting line. You've arrived, my sweet prima, to a new beginning. And we can't wait to celebrate with you, to let all your joy wash over us.