But I finally got flowers delivered to me at work. From someone other than my mom.
On my thirty-second birthday, I got to be That Girl. The girl whose boyfriend unabashedly loves her. The girl who unabashedly loves him back. The girl who is finally convinced that this kind of love is real.
Trust me…it is worth the wait.
After the flowers was dinner with my Yankee family and the BF, then our favorite wine bar. I did the bartender-designed flight and guess what he picked for me?
So a year after my Italian Adventure, I’m sitting among my best girlfriends and the BF in New York drinking a flight of Italian reds. My favorite things, all in one place on one day. It took a lot–of time, risk, mistakes, faith, and love–but I finally got here.
Trust me…it is worth the wait.