I shuddered at the thought of marriage. My honey embraced it.
When I agreed to marry him, I shuddered at the thought of a proper wedding. Nevertheless, since he’d dreamed of his wedding for years, it seemed unfair to accord my newly developed desire to elope the same weight as his desire for a more traditional wedding.
Setting out to look for dresses, I shuddered at the prospect of anything too girly. Naturally enough in light of the progression of things, I ended up with frill. And a veil.
The wedding was perfect, no thanks to yours truly, the unplanner.
It was the people that made it. If we’d eloped, I’d never have known the goodness of celebrating commitment surrounded by a lifetime of many loves. I’d never have choked at the sight of my godmother driving up to join me and my bridesmaids at the wedding site, nor felt the sweet weightlessness of walking arm in arm with her toward a new life, in sunshine that felt like my mom showering her love upon us.
Getting married felt like releasing a bike’s brakes near the top of a hill after trundling along at a crawl. It’s scary to let go, but liberating at the same time: I am bigger than my fear! Take thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat! YEAH!
Whether we eloped or married traditional style, I’d accepted the prospect of releasing the brakes. The difference was that this way, friends and family started that race down the hill with me, simultaneously shouting words of encouragement and loudly celebrating my discovering a new kind of freedom.
My honey and I cried. We were wed. We kissed.
After the ceremony was over, the reception had concluded and all our friends had departed, I fell asleep next to my husband.
Five days later, I am thankful my husband gently coaxed me places I didn’t think I wanted to go.
These places? They’re warm, and cozy, and full of love.
Want to see a little more, including some dashes of silliness? And aerial shots of the wedding? Check out this short wedding video by rockin’ photographer Dale Porter of KillerImage.com!