I’ve been married for three weeks. I’m still having a hard time remembering my wedding day. People told me that the day would be a blur, going by more quickly than I could imagine.
They were right.
It was as overwhelming as it was wonderful. But, as an introvert, I was simply unable to process it all in the moment: both the entirety of the event, and the emotion of it all. That’s why I’m writing down everything that I do remember: I want to be able to hold onto those “stolen moments”, at least. Hopefully, with time – and pictures! – the fullness of my wedding will gradually return to me.
In the meantime…
- At the hairdresser’s, watching my friend T’s hairstyle go from funky, twisty Lauryn Hill, to electrified Don King, to demure Condi Rice. All because she agreed to be my Maid of Honour.
- Listening to T play “Beauty Salon” with my cousin as she did her makeup for the wedding: “So, where’re you from? How long are you in town?”, etc. (Did I mention that T is in her 40s and my cousin is in her 50s?)
- Sitting in the Rolls Royce outside the church before the ceremony, being congratulated and wished well by complete strangers. Being moved almost to tears when a little girl who couldn’t stop staring at me reached in and gave me a small, bright pink flower. It matched my bouquet perfectly, so I tucked it in among the other flowers.
- Trying to think of a subtle way to indicate to JustHusband that he should be looking at me, not the priest, as he repeats the vows. (To this day, I’m not sure exactly which one of us he’s married to.)
- During Communion, hearing JustHusband’s 3 1/2-year-old nephew (who was one of the ring bearers) stage-whisper, “What are they eating?”
- Trying not to burst into giggles at the altar when T says, sotto voce, “Chug it down, chug it down, chug it down” as the priest finished the remaining Communion wine. (To be fair, he did drink it down rather quickly.)
- Watching JustMom do her best Stevie Wonder impression as she sings along to Ave Maria, which is being performed by my nearest and dearest girlfriends.
- Being told by one of the guests that I “shoulda saw” him at the ceremony. He’s 6 years old. And about 3 feet tall.
- Our wedding dance: schmoopy love song meets Heavy D and The Boyz, yo!
- Dancing with JustDad to Debby Boone’s “You Light Up My Life”. It was the first song I ever learned by heart, and my 2-year-old self used to wander around the house singing at the top of her lungs. So it was great to see JustMom and T sitting on one of the couches near the dance floor, arm-in-arm, singing it at the top of their lungs.
- Dancing with C, one of my best friends since practically the first day of high school. It was just like old times. C was diagnosed with cancer last summer*, so I was especially grateful to be able to dance with him again.
- While changing out of my wedding dress into something less cumbersome, being searched for by JustHusband’s 6-year-old niece (who was one of the flower girls), just because I’m her favourite Auntie.
- Finally taking off my 4″ heels after wearing them almost non-stop for more than 12 hours. There is no greater happiness in the world, believe me. (Not even being married. 😉 )
* And declared in remission this February! Woo-hoo!