Unforgettable

Getting ready, full of a tense, anxiety to do everything perfectly, and such completeness at the end.  It’s such a granted thing in our society that everybody gets “prepared” for each other, but it’s not the same to get ready for just an average Joe as compared to that one person that matters most.  As I stare in the mirror thinking of all the steps that I’m about to go through for him I can’t help but stare.  There’s an everlasting glow that shines from my face and creates a radiant aura around me that is undeniable and I know it’s because of him.  From my eyes, to my cheeks, to my complexion, everything has become perfect; everything has fallen into place.  I trace the outline of my face and just feel the happiness slide of as if waves from a ever flowing fountain.  I reach for my foundation, I wonder the whole while with my new complexion if I still need this, but I know inside that I still need that security blanket it creates, for he will see the true me with foundation or without.  After applying the foundation to my whole face I turn to a corrector.  This is for all of those blemishes and sore spots that he would never notice unless pointed out, but that doesn’t stop me from seeing them, so I gently stroke it on in the areas needed.  After completing all of my make-up I feel completely wonderful, yet I know I am not done nor anywhere near my finished product for more important things still need to be completed.  I stare into the mirror once more wondering how I should wear my hair for him.  Would he prefer it up, or down, or loose, tight, curled, straight?  There are so many choices.  I decide to put it up with partial curls for reassurance, I don’t want him to be disappointed, not that he ever would be.  While curling each individual strand I wonder what he’s doing right now, if he’s ready, on his way, waiting already, there’s so much to worry about.  I stand up after completing the finishing touches and move to the place where I hung my gown.  I hold part of it while standing back and staring into it, seeing his love for me in every bead, in every sewn thread.  I just know that he’s going to love it, for he wouldn't  have thought it’t mattered if I went in jeans and a T-shirt like I normally do.  Slowly, I start to crawl the new nude tights up my legs, over every hump and muscle I have.  My strapless bra easily snaps on just barely revealing my breasts giving it that grown-up, sexual touch.  I feel radiant already and I’m not even finished dressing.  I move gently back over to my gown, careful not to rip my pantyhose and damage my look.  I slide my crimson dress over my head just slow enough to make sure I don’t mess up my make-up or destroy my hair.  After my mother slowly buttons up the back of my dress I slide on my shoes which make me feel like Cinderella with glass slippers.  My dad sees me and says, “You’ve grown up so much.  You’re not little anymore that’s for sure.”  And I just reply with a, “You haven't seen nothing yet.”  I return to my room to add the last items to complete my look, the jewelry.  My mom had lent me an old necklace that her mother gave her.  It was beautiful with diamonds all over it making it shine and glimmer with every move I made.  I “hang” the earrings on my ears to match the beautiful necklace; they add a great touch, one that’s never unnoticeable.  The normal rings and bracelets I wear dangle happily from me hands and wrists like usual.  As I start to glide down the stairs like I always saw in the movies I felt the butterflies climb up my stomach releasing such an excitement for this moment of truth, glory and happiness that I will never forget.  I look up at the bottom of the stairs to see him staring back at me with wide eyes glossed over from gentle tears forming in the corners.  As he walks closer to me he takes my hands and says those words that mean the world to me and I’ll always remember them, this is what made the whole process worthwhile.  He gently slides a piece of hair away from my face and whispers carefully as if not to hurt my ear, “You look wonderful tonight.”1