Memories Cast Over A Perfect Sunset

   
 
What’s in the perfection of a sunrise? Is it the majestic nature of the light rising over the horizon? Is it the promise of a new day promising new opportunities and new chances at redemption? I suppose for me it’s all those things but one thing specifically. The perfection of the sunrise serves to remind me of the perfection that is the woman I’m sharing that sunrise with. 

I wish I could say my last night in San Juan was this epic Hangover type of night where I dragged myself into the airport with red eyes and no luggage. Actually, I don’t wish I could say that at all. My last night was spent eating a dinner on the balcony, sharing a bottle of wine and going to sleep at about 10pm. Waking up at 3am to go for a stroll on the beach holding the hand of a woman I’ve come to realize I want to take a hundred of these trips with. Because she was working 90% of the time this morning in the pre-dawn hours was the only time I got to hold her hand on the beach and it capped off a magnificent week filled with travel tales, great food, cobble stone roads and an ocean that told me to keep believing that my dreams will come true. 

There’s no place like home. Texas Forever is in my heart but that doesn’t mean that there can’t be room for new places in my heart. New memories to be shared and cultivated that add not only to the man I am but to the man I drive to be. 

In my hotel there was a butler that was born in San Juan but moved to Philadelphia when he was just several months old. He was going to move to Victoria, Tx but couldn’t find a job so him and his wife settled on Puerto Rico. He told me, “We don’t have a lot but we live good. We have a stove, money to buy the things we need and a view of the ocean whenever we like. We even have a mattress; the temperpedic kind off the commercials.” Seeing his excitement about luxuries I take for granted every day made me smile. 

I’m sure I’ll take dozens of other trips in my life but San Juan will always be in my head because it was the first time I took one with her. It was the first time I let myself be free from the shackles of comfort. 

~ Demez F. White

Destination Wedding! Memories To Live For!

Paradise Wedding

Paradise Wedding

I know a lot of people but I don’t have a lot of friends. I’ve become comfortable with that. You have a circle of people you can depend on, talk to, love and the rest are simply associates. Knowing this about myself and of course depending on the woman I marry; I have no desire to have this huge wedding where we’re feeding 300 strangers and stressing out over flowers and bridesmaids and whether or not we should have an open bar because, well, receptions are just better with open bars.

I still make mistakes, a lot of them, but over the years the one thing that I don’t do anymore is compare who I am to who other men are. If a guy has 12 fraternity brothers or played football and is still cool with most of his teammates maybe he wants that big wedding. If a woman works at a hospital and knows every nurse at St. Luke’s maybe she’s looking forward to having 12 bridesmaids.

This isn’t about “my way is better than your way,” it’s simply saying I’d rather spend 30k on a trip to paradise, living like royalty for two weeks and maybe enough for a down payment on a new car or home. Seeing her in the dress is important but the only reason is because it’s her in the dress. Not the lace or the fit or the designer. Let’s use that dress to make memories I can place on my desk while I write, I can look at on my phone when I’m mad at you and remember why I need to go home instead of to happy hour.

Men aren’t supposed to care about these sorts of things but believe me when I tell you I do. Taking underwater pics, me in my tux, you in your dress. Jumping off a cliff into a waterfall representing us jumping into our marriage fearlessly! Cake on your chin, icing on your dress. Sand on our toes, we’ll look and feel a mess but the pictures and memories will be worth it. I have no doubt about that. A destination wedding is the way to go!
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