Wedded Bliss

I've been promising for awhile to post about the wedding. Even now, a month later, it's very difficult for me to remember the day. I explained it to someone as -- well -- when you're really living life, really truly living it (like the poets and the saints sometimes do), you tend not to remember it very well. My memories of the day are fractured. And stained glass. And perfect. And beautiful.

I woke up around 4am, and thought, I'm getting married today. I felt suffused with light. It was wonderful. Lucy was in bed with me, and she woke up when I did, confused because we weren't in our bed (we spent the night at my mom's with both my bridesmaids). I told her we weren't getting up just yet, so she yanked up my shirt and laid her head down on my belly, and went back to sleep for another hour. It was so peaceful, and such a wonderful way to start our day.

The morning remained fairly calm until we started getting close to "game time." Our friend Adam did our photographs (and if anyone in the Vermont area is looking for event photography, I CANNOT say enough good things about him), and arrived at the house around 8am.

The morning is very fuzzy in my mind. People were fussing with my hair, my makeup, and I was focusing on not morphing into some evil Bridezilla creature. The only real demand I recall making was informing anyone who was getting "emotional" that they could not be in the same room with me; I was having a hard time holding everything together.

I got into my dress at about 10:30am.

I have a very pretty sapphire ring that I call my "fancy engagement ring," but the ring that Robb gave me when he proposed is this garnet set in silver that we got at a local mall store that I adore. It's my real engagement ring. It completely did not match the dress, though. If you look very closely, you can see where we laced it into the corset back of the gown.

The ceremony was at the American Baptist church that Lucy and I have been attending regularly since just before Thanksgiving. It was -- wonderful. I remember very little of it, just the look on Robb's face as our eyes met, the strength in his hands when he took mine, the slight quaver in his voice when he said the words "My wedded wife." I remember thinking that if he broke down during his vows, there was no WAY I'd make it through mine.

If I remember correctly, right after we kissed, he looked at me and whispered "Hello, wife." And I said "Hi, husband."

And so begins our life together.

We did a few photos at the church, and then went down to the waterfront to get pictures on the lake. My entire life, I've seen wedding parties come down to the lake to get pictures; for the first time I was one of those couples. Wondrous.


As we were walking down the boardwalk, we bumped into my pusher fantastic local yarn store owner, Jill. She runs Kaleidoscope Yarns the drug den of choice best yarn store in town. I introduced her to Robb, who looked very bewildered until I explained who she was.


His response? "Hi. I hate you. But at least I know where my paycheck goes now."

It was good times.

The reception is especially blurry in my mind. We tried to talk to everyone, eat a bit of food, dance a bit. When everyone was gone, we gathered our friends together to play a Hold'Em tournament that Robb won in the wee hours of the morning.

It was the most amazing day. It has changed our relationship in ways that are both subtle and profound; we feel the same, and yet so different. It's exceedingly good.

I leave you with three things; the most amazing photo of Lucy I've ever seen:

My favorite "family" photo from the day -- all our local friends, doing what they do best.


Which is to say, being silly.

And then, a final word from my friend Jeremy, and what he read at the wedding:

Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter for the other. Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be warmth for the other. Now you will feel no loneliness, for each will be companion to the other. Now you are two persons, but there is only one life before you.

**Please note that all photographs are copyright Adam Silverman, 2009. They do not belong to me, and they may not be distributed without his permission. At all. Don't take them off this page without asking, or I will get nasty. :)**