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Part 4: And So The Story Goes
My husband is an awesomely geeky guy who found the geek girl inside of me and brought her back to life. He introduced me to Firefly. He bought me geeky t-shirts. He took me to see Star Wars: Episode 3. He bought me comic books.
He proposed to me by hiding my ring in a ridiculously obscure German novel that I in no way would have ever wanted to read!
He allowed me to be a lit geek in our wedding, too! As we are not religious people, but had a religious ceremony to appease the parents, I had to put my own touch on it and not have a scripture reading. Instead, I had a good friend, who is also a lit geek (Ph.D. candidate, in fact) read an awesome poem by an awesome poet.
We've been married for (almost) four years now. We go to midnight premiers of comic-book movies. We play table-top RPG and board games. We spend Sunday mornings watching episodes of Firefly or Doctor Who with freshly baked Pillsbury cinnamon rolls. We spend ridiculous amounts of time dreaming up ways to make geeky costume ideas come to fruition (He's dead-set on being Jayne for Dragon*Con). We have creepy Tim Burton figurines decorating the living room of our house. He's my best friend, and I'm his, and we happily inhabit this cocoon of geek we have spun.
This stands as the final chapter to date, but I guarantee you, it will not end here.
And so, to bid you farewell for reading the many parts of my disjointed story, I leave you with this:
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
by e. e. cummings
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
by e. e. cummings
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
(text via Poetry Foundation)
