Two years ago today…I was standing in a room underneath a stone chapel…waiting with one of our wedding coordinator’s assistants for the green light to make my way out the door and up the stairs to walk through the red, wooden chapel doors to marry the love of my life.
While I sat in silence, trying not to allow my nerves to take over and result in me running from the room, busting into the chapel, racing down the aisle, ripping the rings from the flower girl’s hand, laying a sloppy wet one on Tim and then, remembering we had an audience, straightenig my tiara and bowing gracefully…
Tim was having his own pre-ceremony fun by trying to figure out how to tell the pastor that he was absolutely not holding his hand whilst walking down the aisle without causing a scene at the back of the little chapel, short of slapping his hand while shooting him a sideways glance all, YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS.
Tim confessed to me the other day that when he greeted James Gwin – the man who was about to marry us – at the chapel entrance, he looked as if he wanted to walk down the aisle, man-hand in man-hand.
Blame Tim’s terror-stricken confusion on nerves or the recent memory of he and our photojournalist, Hassel, skipping down a gravel path during our engagement photo session, their hands clasped tightly together.
Don’t ask. Bene, Hassel’s wife, and I still haven’t figured it out.
And while Tim was recounting his painful minutes of indecision, he stopped.
He stopped right in the middle of his thought and looked me square in the eye, and in total seriousness, he was all, “What if I was supposed to hold hands and didn’t? What if he stamped his foot, completely insulted at my brush off, and promptly walked out, refusing to marry such an asshole?”
What I would give to go back to THAT MOMENT to see the look of complete panic.
DO I SUCK IT UP AND HOLD HIS HAND?!? IS THIS NORMAL? MAKE. A. CHOICE. DAMMIT.
James Gwin DID kinda send mixed signals…I mean, look at the hand placement. Who shakes hands on the same side, anyway? (thanks, Hassel, for capturing a moment funnier than I realized):
I have no recollection of walking down the aisle, I just know I made it, thanks to modern technology. Had it not been for a camera, someone would have had to convince me it actually happened…that I wasn’t hallucinating from dehydration or lack of oxygen to the ol’ medulla oblongata.
I’ll never forget our wedding day. As hard as we worked for an entire year for these few short hours…it was worth it.
Though, I must admit, I had no idea what to expect with marriage…it is more complex and exhausting and time consuming than I ever imagined.
But I’m loving every single minute.
Because I’m spending them with my best friend.
My other half.
The only person who knows exactly what to say to make it all better.
We’re officially done with year two!