I guess I went through my five year itch last year. But seriously, today my sweet husband and I are celebrating our sixth wedding anniversary. What a blessing it is to be able to call this man mine. He is my very best friend in the entire world. He knows and understands my heart. And he is gentle with it. He is a hard worker, an incredible father, and extremely talented. Whether he's closing a sales deal or using a sword, he is swift, smooth, flawless, and extremely sexy. I never thought of myself as a princess and his "knight in shining armor" ways seemed wasted on me for so long. But now that I have a daughter, I can completely see what God had in mind. I may have been fruit that had fallen from the tree, badly bruised and spoiled, but God was still able to make cider with me (a metaphor I read in this book, which I highly suggest you run right out and read). God used this man to make me into something sweet and worthwhile. I'm not perfect. Far from it. But I've been salvaged and something beautiful has been made from my life. It's pretty cool.
Getting married on the Winter Solstice was not that important to me. I had been promised that we'd marry before the end of 2002 and, come September after he proposed in August, we were running out of time. While people tried to convince us to wait...tried to bribe us to wait, we went ahead and planned a Christmas wedding. I'd always imagined a spring wedding, outdoors, barefoot, balloons. But I'd already planned that wedding once upon a time and it didn't seem right to plan another one just like it. This was a different relationship with a different person. And getting married in the church just seemed like the right thing to do. A Christmas wedding just seemed to make sense. But quite frankly, I just went with whatever was suggested to me because I didn't care. I just wanted to be married to my man. The wedding was not that important. Sorta.
I still wish that I'd stood my ground and insisted upon putting these on top of my wedding cake (I used to collect Pez). I was told that it was distasteful. My mom was crushed. But I didn't want to rock the boat so I kept my mouth shut for once. I even had access to a pair of these guys in pewter. I will have them for my 10th anniversary cake. I will. Heh heh.
One thing I was pretty rigid about was the music. I walked down the aisle to "I've Been Waiting For You" by ABBA... I'd been singing that song when my honey kissed me for the first time. The family was escorted in to songs like this and this. The guys escorted the girls in to "Glory of Love" by Peter Cetera. And our processional was to "Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now" by Starship!
I remember laying on my futon in my apartment watching the last episode of "90210" and crying. Remember it was the one where David and Donna FINALLY got married? I remember crying because I knew that no one was celebrating our finally being married like the people celebrated David and Donna. It was difficult getting married and having no one be excited about it. I guess if we were to renew our vows it would be an entirely different experience.
The ceremony itself was kind of funny. I couldn't get the ring on his finger and I said, rather loudly, "See, I knew I should have gotten a bigger size." Everyone laughed. Then our niece made all kinds of gross icky yucky noises when we kissed.
It's funny how different my wedding would be today if I could do it over. Of course, one thing would remain the same... the man! I would have different colors. A totally different dress. Different attendees. A lot more guests. A healthy cake and array of foods. And dancing. Maybe even art. And a totally different location. Yeah, so I guess we need to plan a rockin' anniversary party for four years from now, huh?