Mitch insisted that she be able to buy me a real ring, so I waited a year while she saved up the money before she proposed again. We got married in April, 2017, on a perfect Saturday afternoon. Carl gave me away, and Carrie and Bridget stood up as my bridesmaids.
Carl and Bridget had gotten married two summers prior, and at their wedding Dad and Mom completely ignored my existence, which left me an emotional mess afterwards. At my own wedding it was so hard, not having my mother or sister there, but I had total confidence in my choice of partner.
I’ve heard so many people, including Mitch, say that their wedding was a blur. I guess a lot of the day was, but I remember almost every second of the ceremony itself, the beauty of the garden, the color of the flowers, and the beaming gaze of Michelle as I walked towards her.
The minister invited us to speak our promises before he got to the traditional vows, and I can recall almost every word,
Mitch went first.
“Cindy, my love, I’ll never forget the first time I met you, and how much you didn’t like me.” –laughter- “But even then, in those early moments, you were the only thing I could think about. As we got closer, teammates, doubles partners, friends, I kept telling myself not to get too excited, because if I did, if I indulged those fantasies, and they didn’t come true, I’m not sure I’d have survived. Not that I listened to myself, of course. I dreamed of this moment so often, that when you told me you wanted to be mine, I didn’t believe it was really happening. I still think it’s a dream, some crazy, perfect dream that I never want to wake from. Cindy, I’m yours. My heart, body, soul, all yours, forever. I promise to be your best friend, biggest supporter, your wife, for every day God gives us together. I love you, always.
The minister turned to me, and I very much wanted to know how I was supposed to speak with the tears of joy rolling down my face. But all I had to do was look up into Mitch’s eyes, those perfect blue eyes, where there was love, and peace.
“Michelle, you challenged everything I ever thought I knew from the first moments. I never told you this, but that first time, in the gym, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Your smile, your eyes, the way you moved, they captivated me in a way I didn’t understand. But it wasn’t just those things. Your relentless optimism, your passion for life, they brightened my world with colors I didn’t know existed, and in your gentle arms, even when they were just the arms of a friend, I felt safe and happy in ways I’d never known. My heart understood it wanted to be yours for so long before my head caught up, but now I know. Every day with you is a joy and a gift, and every sacrifice is worth it if I get to be with you. I promise to be your friend, your lover, your cheerleader, and your critic. But mostly I promise to be your faithful wife and partner in all things. Now and forever. I love you, too.”
We went through the traditional vows, and Carl and Stacy lit the tapers we used to light our unity candle. Eventually the minister turned us toward the assembly.
“And now, I present to you, for the first time, Michelle and Cindy Kirkpatrick. Ladies, you may kiss your bride.”
We held off on our honeymoon until Mitch was out of school, and then we were gone to Bermuda for a week, a gift from Mitch’s grandparents. And that’s basically where you met us, when Carrie brought Iryna to meet us that fall.
That’s been a few years now. Oh, and I just felt the baby kick. I had some complications, and my OB put me on bed rest three weeks ago. It’s driving me nuts, even if it did give me the chance to write this, but I could deliver any day now. I’m definitely ready to not be pregnant anymore, but more than that I just want to hold my daughter. We haven’t actually been told the sex, but I remember the dream I had before Mitch and I got together, and I know it’s a girl.
Carrie and Iryna helped us financially, as IVF is expensive and it took several attempts to get it right. Biologically Mitch is the mother, and Carl is the donor. I was honestly a little worried that I wouldn’t feel connected to the baby, because she wasn’t biologically mine, but that fear vanished the first moment I felt her move inside me.
I sent my mom a copy of the sonogram, along with a letter stating I would keep her updated about her granddaughter’s life, and that she was always welcome to reach out. Carl says she’s asked about me, how I’m doing. I’m hoping someday she’ll find the courage to contact me. Charlotte was allowed to attend a small Christian college, but she dropped out after three semesters to get married. I wasn’t invited to the wedding. I hope she’s happy, and I think about her a lot.
Mitch has been adorable. She reads and talks to my belly every day, saying she wants our baby to know her voice. She’s also insistent that she gets to carry next time. She tells everyone it’s so that she can send me for pickles and ice cream at two AM (which only happened once, thank you very much), but I know she just wants to experience this. I don’t blame her. Feeling your child grow inside you is indescribable.
I can hear the garage door opening, so Mitch is home. It still makes me smile every time. Thank you for reading, and God bless.
Twenty years later
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the ladies final at Wimbledon, 2041. I’m James Blake, here with my partner, Bethanie Matttek-Sands, and Bethanie, this is the day the U. S. has been waiting for.”
“Absolutely, James, since bursting onto the scene at Flushing Meadows as an eighteen year old prodigy, we’ve all been waiting for the day the Great American Hope, Hope Kirkpatrick, would reach a grand-slam final. She faces a stiff test in Russian world number two, Sofia Ivanova, but with the dominance she’s shown on the grass this fortnight, James, no one is calling her an underdog.”
“So true. As we wait for the player introductions, here’s a shot of Hope’s box. Her coach, there on the right, needs no introduction, nine time grand slam champion and former world number one Iryna Baraskova.”
“Yeah, James, she’s been coaching Hope since she was sixteen, and of course sitting next to Iryna is Carrie Mitchell, Iryna’s wife and absolute fixture through every one of her major titles. We all remember seeing her cheering and urging Iryna on through every point of every slam, and, as Iryna would say, keeping both her body and mind in top condition for each. Next to them, the couple holding hands, are Hope’s parents, Michelle and Cindy Kirkpatrick. I actually got to sit down with them earlier this week, and let me tell you, if anyone wonders where Hope gets both her passionate playing style and the poise and high tennis I. Q. everyone says is beyond her years, look no further.
“Michelle is outgoing, dynamic, but always smiling and friendly, while Cindy is much more reserved and analytical, a brilliant tennis mind. They were both standouts at the University of Georgia, along with Carrie Mitchell, where they all met. But what really struck me, James, was the way the two of them just seem to resonate off each other. The energy between them is palpable, how much a part of each other they are. It’s no wonder Hope has been able to reach so high so soon, with that secure foundation at home. Honestly, James, being around them made me want to go home and hug my husband, Justin, and remind him how happy he makes me.”
“That’s sweet. I probably should shout out to my wife, Emily, back home, too. I love you. Anyway, we also see her brother, John, who competed in the boy’s championships this year, making the quarters at age fifteen. A new addition to the box, behind Hope’s mothers, is her uncle, Carl Spencer and his wife Bridget. This week Hope revealed to us that Uncle Carl is indeed her biological father, and she was asked after the semifinals about how it would feel to have her father there in the box. This is how she responded:”
“Uncle Carl isn’t my father. He’s a wonderful Uncle, and I love him and Aunt Bridget and all my cousins, and I’m forever grateful for how he helped my moms have me and my brother, but I already have two wonderful parents, who’ve shown me not only how to play tennis and chase my dreams, but also how to love without conditions, how to support your partner through everything, and how to be a woman of passion, poise, and grace.
“Even after almost thirty years together, they’re still the best of friends, and still deeply in love. They’ve taught me what I want in a partner someday. But today, I just want to win Wimbledon.”