I promise blessings are more than a dime a dozen in my life. I’m just not extraordinarily blessed at thinking to write them down (last time I wrote directly about life’s gifts was March 5th). Although every time I take the time to do so, it’s like they find ways to bless me more than I could’ve known — as if they’re oranges; if only I would squeeze every one of them, I could make it rain with OJ. Blessings in my life are sort of like that: unsqueezed oranges. And writing about them, taking the time to notice them… that’s like making OJ out of life’s gifts.
Today is a good day for OJ (and a muffin, aka morning cupcake). Depending on which side of the world you live on, and if you live on our side, today is August 1st. Two years ago on August 1st I wore the most expensive dress I’ve ever owned (#322), I cried (#333) and laughed (#334), I ate cake (#335) and pasta (#336), and I danced my first dance of my married life (#337) to the man I love… in front of 200 of our favourite people (#338). It was a big day.
I’m absolutely certain there is nothing in my whole life that will compare to our wedding day. Mainly because I have a seriously unhealthy obsession with “love”. It makes weddings like the Promise Land for me. And because that day was…. positively divine. White (#339) and flowered (#340) and magical (#341)… like my own version of Disney Land, which is, of course, a million times better than the actual Disney Land.
Mom and I planned the whole wedding. I’m forever indebted to her for helping me (#342) and also for sticking around (#343) and loving me through all the selfish moments of wedding planning. Because wedding planning is entirely selfish and I support all narcissistic, ego-centric brides. It’s your day, and it should be what you want. (I’d say that it counts a little what the groom-to-be wants, too… but he doesn’t really care. Just invite him to the cake tastings and let him coordinate the DJ.)
Tony’s strokes on the piano keys beautifully hummed our songs (#344). Down the aisle: Maddy and Max (#345-6), then Amber and Justin (#347-8), Tara and Brad (#349-350), Natalie and Chris (#351-2), Shelby and Josh (#353-4), Bec and big brother (#355-6), and sister (#357 and #358 for being my maid of honour) and Jasper (#359). Ryder just learned to walk two weeks before the wedding (#360), I prayed for that. He wandered down the aisle chasing the beauty of sweet Zoe (#361), who wins the “cute award” for the next century, with her mini-bouquet that matched my beautiful bridesmaids’ (#362). Everyone was there, standing at the front, waiting. It was just Dad and I now (#363).
We stood at the back door. I wasn’t sure I was ready. I mean, I was absolutely ready to marry Colin. I couldn’t possibly love anyone more in life, with this kind of love, than Colin. I just wasn’t so sure if I was ready to walk in these hot gold stilettos (Ohhhh, those shoes deserve a blog post of their own, #364), and without crying. But dad was there, he always is (#365). I don’t remember faces. I can’t recall the mason jars on hooks filled with wild flowers (#366). I missed the obvious beauty of the scene. But I knew everything and everyone was there. And I remember the feeling of walking towards a lifetime of bliss (#367); the moment-eve of everlasting happiness (#368).
You are my best friend and mentor,
My soul mate, my companion, and my greatest challenge.
But most importantly, you are the love of my life
and you make me happier than I could ever imagine
and more loved than I ever thought possible….
You have made me a better person
as our love for one another
is reflected in the way I live my life.
So I am truly blessed to be a part of your life,
which as of today
becomes our life together.
And on this day,
I promise to you perfect love and perfect trust,
For one lifetime with you could never be enough.
(My vows to Colin, #369)
Next…. we properly made out in front of our grandparents, because pastor said so (#370). And the party began. There was champagne and toasts (#371). I cried a lot. We Cuban shuffled, electric slide-ed, and dougied our way through the evening (#372). There was cake… three layer of red velvet, marble, and lemon (#372). I hugged everyone, because today was not a day to not like hugs. And I danced and I sweat like crazy (#373) because it was August. I thanked God for not letting it rain (#374), because August is still amongst the 12 disliked months by Seattle weather.
A confetti of rose petals sprinkled on us when we walked through a train of friends and family (#375). We said goodbye to moms and dads. Goodbye childhood and break ups and being the third wheel (#376). Hello, stay here forever to every night from here on out falling asleep (#377) and waking up (#378) with the person I love most.
Our wedding day was thousands of things — all of which I’d relive over and over every night in my dreams if I could… because they are that wonderful, that beautiful, that blissful. I try as often I can to get lost for a few moments in those things: the flowers down the aisle, the sound of the guests as we spoke our vows, the train of my dress, the guitar strums to our first dance, the taste of the cream in the middle of the cake, the consuming happiness and radiating love, and the last image of our wedding before our car turned the corner (#379-#387). Some of those things have faded a little in memory over time, like photographs in a book.
There is one thing that never fades. It’s the thing that keeps me grounded, holds me close, pushes me forward and keeps me on my cloud suspended nine rows up. And that’s the beginning of forever in marriage with my best friend (#388).
Two years later… one lifetime will still never be enough. Happy anniversary, babe. I love you more every day.
All photos © Sean Sherman Photography, 2010
And Colin’s post: 730 days ago: remembering our wedding day… *Craziness… whenever hus and I blog on the same subject, we never tell each other which direction we’re going to take — leave it to surprise. As if I needed any more reason to love this man or know we are meant to be together…. his post x a million!
For more on one thousand gifts: From the beginning: Starting today… on my way to 1000 gifts, Counting again (#27-#72) – Breaking past the first 100… (#101-#132) – The Zumba booty pump, weddings and strengths finder… (#133-#195)… – POG, pancakes and beautiful sunsets… (#196-#244, Maui edition), A chicken stir fry Thanksgiving (#245-#274), and New Zealand skies, rollerbladers, and Skype dates (#275-#321).