Yesterday I posted about how my husband and I decided to get married after dating for a few years then not talking for a few years. It all happened quickly, but it felt right. Here's the story of our (first) wedding.
Because EJ lived halfway around the world in Cape Town when we rekindled our romance, you can imagine wedding planning was a little bit of a challenge. Particularly because our family is spread out over the country and even over several continents. And especially because I had hated weddings for a long time. That's not true any more, though. And to some extent, it wasn't true in the first place because I really only hated a certain type of wedding. The big, invite-500-people-that-you-don't-even-know type. It's just not for me.
So what did we do? We got married at the Melting Pot. Yes, the fondue restaurant. It was quite nice, actually. We hired a minister we found online--she also runs a balloon business and her husband breathes fire. The only people there were my immediate family and EJ's brother and sister-in-law and we had a little room all to ourselves, dimly lit and with Frank Sinatra playing in the background (we didn't have control over the music, but it was fine.)
I was nervous, excited, anxious. Looking back now, it gives me butterflies! It was very atypical and very "us". We had all (my soon-to-be husband, sisters, parents and I) gotten ready in the same house and caravanned to the restaurant. I sat next to EJ in the car thinking, when we get back in this car, we'll be husband and wife!
During the "ceremony," we held hands as the minister read from a small black book, and we drank wine from the same glass to symbolize our unity. My favorite part was the vows:
"Knowing this man’s love for you and returning it, realizing his strengths and learning from them, recognizing his weaknesses and helping him overcome them, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"