I was trying to figure out what to do with my hair, find something blue (which also ended up being borrowed), frantically calling family and leaving messages on machines that in just a few hours I would be getting married, what the address was, and a quick "hope to see you there!" I guess you could say we eloped. His mom knew nothing of our marriage until a week later when I got his wedding band and mentioned that she "might" notice a ring on his finger, so it may be a good idea to tell her that we were married so we could at least sleep in the same room....let alone the same bed. At first, she didn't believe us, so we had to get Carlos Santana to come bring our Marriage Certificate over (we didn't want her to find it before we had a chance to tell her). Then it was a huge hug and "welcome to the family...you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into..." Well, I'll drink to that! At least I would if I weren't pregnant. Of course, when I called my own mother to read her the marriage certificate, I got to about "...joined in holy...." before getting hung up on. I think it was just entirely too much for her to handle. Of course, if you knew me AT ALL back then, you'd know that running off to get married was NOT something you would expect of me.
Our marriage over the last ten years has not been perfect, and I don't think anyone can say theirs is perfect, but we have three beautiful children (I can say that now that I've seen the 3D photos of my handsome bun in the oven), an imperfect life we've built together, and a future that has no limits. And now for the embarrassing photos:
Groom and Bride
Best man (Carlos Santana) and his future wife (our official wedding photographer)
Maid of Honor and another "one of the guys" (sorry, you don't have an alias yet)
All the ladies who showed up for my wedding.
"The guys"
The only pic of the ceremony I have...and to be honest, I don't remember much of it as it was going on; it all seemed like a dream I was going to wake from any second. Especially when our vows discussed the importance of family and friends in supporting a new commitment such as marriage. Our vows were not traditional, in any sense of the word. They were taken straight from a Wiccan handfasting ritual; no mention of "God" at all; very tailored to fit our personal needs as a couple (of all of a month and ten days before tying the knot). Yeah, sometimes I wonder "what if," but then I reach across the bed and gently lay my hand on the chest of my husband, and think, "nah, no more what if's; I'm content right here, right now." I certainly wish I would have had a big wedding, and what girl doesn't dream of her perfect dress, with the perfect bouquet, her hair falling in place like it's supposed to, and waiting to see the look on the face of her soon to be husband as she's walked down the isle by her dad (or someone close enough to be giving the bride away)? BUT...We got married for a grand total of $110, so who am I to complain? No catering bills, no crazy florist running late, no wedding cake in the face disasters; just us, some friends and limited family and TGIFridays for our reception, and camping for the honeymoon. And Shaggy (who couldn't make it to the wedding due to being in SCHOOL) running stark naked after a deer (don't ask, you DON'T want to know....)! I do miss the days when I was looked at with this indescribably amazing look; there really are no words for it; but time and three kids will do that to ya I suppose! Not that he doesn't tell me I'm gorgeous, or anything like that, it was just that "Just Married" look. If you've ever been in love, you know exactly what look I'm talking about. But I'm sure after a day of dealing with the kids, Lord only knows what chores, messy hair, broke out face (thanks hormones), and a ginormous pregnant belly; telling me that I'm gorgeous is the farthest thing from his mind. And I love him anyways, because even if it's not on his mind, he remembers to tell me. I'm very sensitive to things like that, and of course, after ten years, you learn things like that. And even though he rarely reads my blog (I can be entirely too opinionated for him sometimes):
I LOVE YOU BABY. HERE'S TO ANOTHER BETTER, HAPPIER, MORE SUCCESSFUL TEN YEARS!
Our marriage over the last ten years has not been perfect, and I don't think anyone can say theirs is perfect, but we have three beautiful children (I can say that now that I've seen the 3D photos of my handsome bun in the oven), an imperfect life we've built together, and a future that has no limits. And now for the embarrassing photos:
Groom and Bride
Best man (Carlos Santana) and his future wife (our official wedding photographer)
Maid of Honor and another "one of the guys" (sorry, you don't have an alias yet)
All the ladies who showed up for my wedding.
"The guys"
The only pic of the ceremony I have...and to be honest, I don't remember much of it as it was going on; it all seemed like a dream I was going to wake from any second. Especially when our vows discussed the importance of family and friends in supporting a new commitment such as marriage. Our vows were not traditional, in any sense of the word. They were taken straight from a Wiccan handfasting ritual; no mention of "God" at all; very tailored to fit our personal needs as a couple (of all of a month and ten days before tying the knot). Yeah, sometimes I wonder "what if," but then I reach across the bed and gently lay my hand on the chest of my husband, and think, "nah, no more what if's; I'm content right here, right now." I certainly wish I would have had a big wedding, and what girl doesn't dream of her perfect dress, with the perfect bouquet, her hair falling in place like it's supposed to, and waiting to see the look on the face of her soon to be husband as she's walked down the isle by her dad (or someone close enough to be giving the bride away)? BUT...We got married for a grand total of $110, so who am I to complain? No catering bills, no crazy florist running late, no wedding cake in the face disasters; just us, some friends and limited family and TGIFridays for our reception, and camping for the honeymoon. And Shaggy (who couldn't make it to the wedding due to being in SCHOOL) running stark naked after a deer (don't ask, you DON'T want to know....)! I do miss the days when I was looked at with this indescribably amazing look; there really are no words for it; but time and three kids will do that to ya I suppose! Not that he doesn't tell me I'm gorgeous, or anything like that, it was just that "Just Married" look. If you've ever been in love, you know exactly what look I'm talking about. But I'm sure after a day of dealing with the kids, Lord only knows what chores, messy hair, broke out face (thanks hormones), and a ginormous pregnant belly; telling me that I'm gorgeous is the farthest thing from his mind. And I love him anyways, because even if it's not on his mind, he remembers to tell me. I'm very sensitive to things like that, and of course, after ten years, you learn things like that. And even though he rarely reads my blog (I can be entirely too opinionated for him sometimes):
I LOVE YOU BABY. HERE'S TO ANOTHER BETTER, HAPPIER, MORE SUCCESSFUL TEN YEARS!
No comments:
Post a Comment