At the end of the day, I was wrapping up some work and about to get ready for Pilates class. I attend pilates at my school two times a week. I'm learning Pilates Turkish, and getting a small session on strengthening my core.
I'll repeat some of the phrases/moves I've learned in Turkish to my students, prompting my latest class to burst out in applause. They are very loving students.
But today, Tolga called me at the end of the day to inform me "they" were at my school. It was the end of the school day, but I was suprised because Tolga had left work and picked up his mom to bring her to school.
I was over excited when I heard they had come. Tolga stayed in the lot on the phone with work issues. Anne was worried about her clothes, whether they were nice enough. She doesn't dress up often, but likes to when she goes out. She has maybe four outfits she wears. She splashes on a little perfume and keeps her hands clasped and her arms in tight to trap in wayward smells. I linked arms with my Anne and dragged her through the corridors. I couldn't resist stopping at every open door saying, "Benim Annem" and grinning ear-to-ear. She smiled a lot and invited everyone to Kusadasi.
I felt really proud of my Anne. And, I know she was really proud of me for the sole reason that I was to her: benim gelin - my bride. I guess I can't repeat enough what a powerful thing it is to called so many different names in a constant affirmation of who you are - my bride, my bright, my daughter, my heart. Try it once.
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