So the girl who never wanted … the gown and veil … who blushes and deflects “congratulations” … becomes the “bride” … not the opposite of groom … but “the tie that connects a pattern of work” … and the “groom” is the care that we give it … Colleen
Every wedding anniversary my husband, Joe, and I threaten to do something fun like throw ourselves a party to celebrate. The truth is that there are years when both of us forget to even notice the date. In part, it’s because our wedding took place on a blue moon in June. The actual date of that June full moon was less important than the fact that it was the second one that month.
I think we also forget our wedding anniversary because we lived together for 9 years before we were married. During that time we exchanged vows informally in a yearly ceremony we dubbed “United Untied.”
Our actual wedding took place on the Blue Ridge Parkway in a grove of trees by a rolling overlook view. The idea was to exchange our vows when the setting sun and the rising blue full moon were in the sky together, opposite each other and representative of a great celestial romance.
It was a folk ceremony. There was a Native American Flutist and a South American Machi drummer. Poetry was read. A chalice of elixir was involved, as well as the ceremonial eating of an apple.
Tomorrow is our 10 year wedding anniversary.
“Ten years! We’ve got to do something to celebrate,” Joe insisted.
“Alright,” I conceded. “I’ll post some pictures of our wedding on my blog.”
Happy Anniversary to the love of my life.