Sunday, July 22, 2012
Today is my twelfth wedding anniversary and I spent part of it talking to my son about his upcoming wedding plans. Time goes by quickly...
As Mac talked about his wedding details, I thought back to my wedding day. It was absolutely perfect. My mom and step-father worked themselves to death getting their farm ready for my special day. I got married in their rose garden as violinists played and our friends and family gathered around. Then we moved to the backside of the house for a picnic-style reception where all the kids could run and play.
I remember the wedding in bits and spurts; flashes of memory. I remember worrying a little because the caterer hadn't arrived and the wedding was about to start. I remember thinking that my dad was walking way too slow as he led me toward my soon-to-be husband. I remember that my son's shoes hurt, and that he cried, but that I thought the tears had a lot more to do with him having to share his mother than the pain in his feet.
I remember the Best Man's toast. I remember my brother playing our wedding song on the stereo outside. I remember finally sitting down at the end of the day and unwrapping wedding presents and being completely, utterly exhausted.
My wedding was casual, down-to-earth, and perfect. Absolutely perfect. It set the tone for our marriage, if you ask me.
More than anything, I remember the excitement and elation at knowing that my best friend was now also my husband. It's been 12 years since, and I still pinch myself for being so lucky.