So, yeah its been a while.
I’m going to be honest. Life sort of fell apart for a while there. I don’t even know where to begin.
Well, I got married (FINALLY!!) to the woman I’ve loved and been committed to for more than 18 years now.
We did a spur-of-the-moment legal ceremony in mid- June out of fear of what the Supreme Court might decide. We stood under the shade of my in-law’s apple orchard and breathlessly and gracelessly pledged ourselves to each other. We said what was in our hearts — that we loved each other, and it was about damn time — no wedding vows planned. To my knowledge, there are no photos of the event. And only our officiant (my wife’s mom), my dad-in-law, and three witnesses were there. Oh — and our dog, Sunny.
Once the deal was sealed it was a giddy and reckless race to the wedding reception in October, where we reenacted the ceremony — only this time with vows planned. The ceremony was short, meaningful and to the point. I’d insisted we keep it to less than ten minutes, but as I stood gazing at my already-wife, surrounded by my closest family and friends, I felt time stretch out to cradle us. The words of the ceremony were our sacred chant, the sunlight our incense, and the shining eyes of my bride magical flame. Now, months later, I still feel part of myself caught, entranced, magically suspended in that moment. When we finally kissed we didn’t even hear the cheers of our guests.
The last day of our honeymoon we let out a collective sigh of relief that all the stress was finally over and promptly got sick.
Since then we’ve either been sick, injured, or seriously broke.
We only spent about $4500 total on the wedding, reception, and honeymoon, but I went through three disasterous manic phases where I spent every cent we had (and quite a bit more) before we paid a single bill. But if we (I) can behave ourselves until the end of May, we’ll finally be caught up financially.