What Just Happened?
I've been wanting to write a post-wedding update, but it's taken me quite a while to sort things out. It's not that it was bad; quite the opposite. It was much more wonderful than I'd planned.
This is our second trip down the aisle. No big deal, right? Been there, done that, got the scars to prove it. The practical aspects were easy. It's the emotional aspects that caught me completely off guard.
My parents have been deceased for some time, and I still miss them. I knew that certain things were going to be difficult, and I was not disappointed. Grief came to smack me upside the head at the most inopportune moments.
I had it all together until the week before the wedding, when I became a hyperventilating mess. What if nobody showed up? What if everybody showed up? What if nobody had a good time? Would they think the venue was stupid? Would they understand?
Saturday, we took our officiant to the zoo, where we hung out for the day. We toured the aquarium, showing him the space and working out exactly how things were going to go. As we stood there watching the sharks, I heard him say, "I get it." And he really did. I started to feel a little bit better.
I didn't expect to feel excited, but I was. Joyful? How about over the moon. Nervous? Absolutely. I had to concentrate on breathing, so I wouldn't pass out. For the next several days after, we would look at each other and squee, "We got married!" And our relationship is different, somehow. A little bit deeper, a little bit richer, and I didn't expect that at all.
This is our second trip down the aisle. No big deal, right? Been there, done that, got the scars to prove it. The practical aspects were easy. It's the emotional aspects that caught me completely off guard.
My parents have been deceased for some time, and I still miss them. I knew that certain things were going to be difficult, and I was not disappointed. Grief came to smack me upside the head at the most inopportune moments.
I had it all together until the week before the wedding, when I became a hyperventilating mess. What if nobody showed up? What if everybody showed up? What if nobody had a good time? Would they think the venue was stupid? Would they understand?
Saturday, we took our officiant to the zoo, where we hung out for the day. We toured the aquarium, showing him the space and working out exactly how things were going to go. As we stood there watching the sharks, I heard him say, "I get it." And he really did. I started to feel a little bit better.
I didn't expect to feel excited, but I was. Joyful? How about over the moon. Nervous? Absolutely. I had to concentrate on breathing, so I wouldn't pass out. For the next several days after, we would look at each other and squee, "We got married!" And our relationship is different, somehow. A little bit deeper, a little bit richer, and I didn't expect that at all.
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