Last night we had dinner with my sister and her soon-to-be-husband, dinner at our favorite Mexican restaurant and drinks afterward at a pretentious little Prohibition-era speakeasy style bar. I love it, but it is a bit pretentious. That said, the drinks are fantastic and the service is usually very good. The conversation turned, as it usually does with engaged couples, to the wedding planning. Now that my sister has her heart set on an eclectic vintage wedding, the groom-to-be is starting to form his own ideas of what and how, and he was trying to describe exactly what he’s thinking for the men. I had a picture before he even said the words, “O Brother, Where Art Thou?”
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What a blur! What a beautiful tangle of emotions and moments!
How many times in your life will you have almost every single person you care about in one room?
Marriage never looked likely for me. At least not to me. It was never something I had fantasized about, until it suddenly made sense. We were already building a life together. It makes me think of Anne Bancroft and Mel Brooks, “I’d never had so much pleasure with another human being. It was that simple.”
And so, we threw a party. Yes, it was a wedding, and there was a ceremony. A short, sweet, silly, very us, kind of ceremony. More than anything, it was a celebration, of what we had become and what is to be.
There were so many amazing moments. On stage during the ceremony, not seeing anyone except my husband-to-be.The fantastic, hilarious, heart-felt speeches from my sister and brother-in-law. The dance party with all the ladies on my mom’s side and some of my oldest closest friends.
At the time it felt like the climax of so many things, of our struggles and triumphs.
My heart bursts knowing it’s just the beginning.
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