Reflections on a special day

Today is our wedding anniversary.

I remember so much about that day.  From my maids of honor (yep, I had two) curling my hair at the house to directing the florist where things went in my crinoline and bustier covered up by a coat to having to wait to go down the aisle because the Mr's 80 year old aunt was "indisposed."  She came out of the bathroom and we're all standing there in order and she's like "what's going on?" and I said "we're just waiting on you so I can get married!"  :-)  Everything pretty much went off without a hitch.  Pretty much.

Five days prior, a family member who was supposed to sing at my wedding backed out.  They weren't even going to tell me, I found out second hand.  I called and left a message telling them that I didn't appreciate hearing it that way and that people being told that I pressured them into it wasn't going to fly since they had 2 years to back out.  (We had a long engagement)  Somehow things worked out and the money that my co-workers chipped in to give me as a gift immediately got handed over to a co-worker who just happened to sing opera for the symphony.  Opera isn't really my style but I suppose with the classical trio we had playing it set a certain mood.  I'll never know if I gypped her but I think $75 for 2 songs is pretty dang good even if she had a diva complex about having her picture taken mid-song.  (WhatEVAH!)  I heard things afterward about a whining family member who was telling people about her own screwed up life and would have been booted out for sure.  I also found out my friend was pawed over by one of the Mr's inappropriate extended family members in front of his wife.  Sometimes it's better when you don't find these things out until later.  I would've taken care of both in a hot minute.

But what I remember most is how happy I was to be married to the man who was made just for me.  The man whose face had always been hazy in my dreams as a little girl when I thought of who my future husband would be but became crystal clear after a few short weeks of dating.  I knew with the myriad of obstacles we faced and the opposition from some people before we ever said "I do" that we could face anything.  We'd been tested many times and always came out stronger to the dismay of some and to our delight.  The Mr always says he remembers how he and I were stars for the day.  He's very low key and it was nice for everyone to want to talk to us and be in our company.  I think we all relish that a little bit on that special day even if we don't always admit it.

I am married to the man of my dreams.  The man who has seen me at 494 lbs and still called me beautiful.  The man who doesn't gripe about being dragged through antique stores.  The man who has supported me in this weight loss journey; celebrating the ups and comforting the downs.  The man that I keep the car door open for as he packs the groceries in the trunk at night in case of grocery ninjas.  The man who knows that if he is ever physically attacked that it's me they'd better worry about.  The man who still tells me how cute I am even when I'm sick and looking like a coffee berry that has passed through the Asian palm civet digestive tract.  The man whom I want nothing more than to sink back in his chair and tell me how delicious my new recipe is.  The man who tells me "I don't mind that you have an obsession with bowls from Anthropologie and West Elm, if it makes you happy, that's all that matters to me."

I am in love.  I am blessed.  I am facing future with the man I am meant to be with for the rest of this wonderful life.

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