Dear Mr. Melissa Blake:
Here’s a riddle for you. Lately, I’ve been imagining how I picture us in 10 years. Now, that’s assuming we’ve met within the next 10 years and assuming we’re married within the next 10 years. I know, I know. So much hinges on future assumptions. Weird, isn’t it?
Anyway, I came across these lovely and beautiful photos. Honestly, and yes, you’re probably rolling your eyes right now at how utterly cliche I’m being (you’ll come to think it’s cute, eventually…trust me), but don’t they look so happy and peaceful? As you probably guessed by now, I’m not usually much of an outdoor girl – I attribute my fear of all things trees and green to the incident when I was 13 and my family and I were walking on a trail that, when my wheelchair tipped over into a patch of wooded mush, I realized wasn’t really handicapped accessible. So I suppose I can chalk a lot of it up to Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, and you can’t get mad or annoyed with me for that, right?
But, who knows? Maybe the time we do meet, I’ll be one of those adventurous girls who hikes and bikes and swings from vines (assuming scientists can figure out some sort of contraption that would actually allow me to do those things). I figure at the very least, we can just lay in the grass and look at the pretty blue sky. And, if by some sort of disaster, I manage to somehow awkwardly harm myself in that grass, I know you’ll be there to catch me – and laugh, probably, too. That’s OK. I’ll probably be laughing even more than you.
Until we meet…
[Photos via A Cheery Disposition