I spent most of this afternoon rearranging our bedroom. Matthew was sweet and helped for about five minutes till I made a snappy comment- he then found refuge in the kitchen among the dishes. I organized our dresses, nightstands and closets. Almost everything was complete except for Matthew’s dresser. I can not understand how someone can own so many t-shirts. There are t-shirts from high school, 5Ks we completed, comic strip t-shirts- oh so many. I even found the t-shirt with the sleeves cut off (seriously, why?).
I was so excited to show Matthew everything I had accomplished (I was still annoyed by his playing of Halo 4 but that’s another story for another time). When I opened his closet, I spotted a photo album on the very top and I thought perhaps now was the time to reveal the contents.
We are each others second marriage. During our “courtship” we often shared stories about our past lives (although there was some overlap on my end-again for another time). We discussed the people we were in those marriages and our expectations then and now. It has been about nine months since we married- and fifteen months since we declared our love for each other.
During this time I have mentioned on a few occasions that I hated the wedding dress I wore during my first wedding ceremony. I’ve tried to describe it but was never quite able to conjure up enough adjectives to describe effectively. That is until today, when I decided “why describe? why not show?”
Matthew’s words, “It’s not ugly just not flattering.” What a sweetheart. The entire time I was cringing as we flipped the pages. The photos were filled with lots of people that I no longer know and lots of actions.
Perhaps that is why the second time around, I chose to have a simple wedding. Nothing fancy shmancy. Just us at a park with our closest friends and family. There was no reception. No first dance. No throwing of garters and bouquets. Just lots of love and laughter.
Where was I going with this?
Evidently there will need to be a follow up post.
Love Junkie. 