My dress was fairly simple. I wore a birdcage veil that I
made. Pete’s hair was growing out and he wore the handsomest suit. The weather…it
was perfect. The sun it covered us with a golden blanket and the air exhaled a
cool breeze through our hair. Truth is, a wedding, as big and exciting and
beautiful as it all is, is just one day. But marriage! That’s every day. It’s
real life without cellists and opera singers and fancy dresses. Nothing can
truly prepare you. It’s a leap of faith. There are not guarantees, but if two
people can decide to keep choosing each other every day, I believe it can go on
and one forever and ever. That’s the plan, that’s the goal, that’s what we’re
striving for. It has entailed learning, changing, forgiving, letting go,
hanging on, growing, building, and a whole lotta loving. But it’s hardly a
particle of dust in the scheme of eternity. It’s all so much more than this
long caption. It’s sacred. I’m grateful to experience it with this beloved man
of mine. We’ve turned corners, have these beautiful children, and it just gets
better and better with time. Like leather. …Or cheese.
