After making our way up slopey beaches, leaping into the air, and leaning on the people who were there for us to lean on, my brand new wife and I go some time to ourselves.
One very vivid memory I have of the day was finishing our pictures with our brigadeers and suddenly realizing I could take off my dress. You guys, the dress was pretty. It satisfied whatever need I had to wear a dress, and whatever need other people had for me to wear a dress. I liked how it looked. And I was ready to get the eff out of it. And then? All comfortable and still dolled up, it was time to spend some time with my wife. Oh yeah, and our photographer.
Check out the rings on those fingers! These were some of the best moments of a day full of best moments. It was just the two of us, and the instructions we were given were essentially, “Act like you just got married and you’re happy about it.” Um, no problem.
After a few photos outside the building and out by the water, we wandered into the woods. At this point, I was just on a strange, thrilled, calm high. I couldn’t believe we were married. I couldn’t believe there was still so much of the day to do, and I was excited about all of it, even though I could hardly comprehend that there was more of it. It all felt surreal –
– and what better way to ground yourself in the craziness of all of that than to find your new wife and remind yourselves of each other? So, unprompted, we had our first dance. No music, just the two of us, spontaneous-kitchen-dancing-style.
You guys? I for serious love her.