Wednesday, June 10, 2009
My husband performed one of the most romantic gestures ever recorded in the annals of our marriage in honor of our 15th wedding anniversary – he proposed. Again.
Yes, after weathering all the ups and downs of sharing a life together, raising two children, surviving four moves, one layoff and the blending of very different extended families, he wanted to stand up in front of the world – or our little piece of it – and say he’d do it all again.
I was touched. I cried (I admit it, I’m a crier). I said yes!
So, a few months later, in mid autumn of our 15th year together, we stood in front of about 40 or so of our closest friends and relatives to pledge our continued love for one another.
While nothing can ever diminish the joy and excitement of our first wedding, this one was special in so very many ways. One notable difference was the lack of stress that goes into a first wedding, all those minute details, the dress, the flowers, the cake, guest list, music… the idea that it’s a once in a lifetime (if your lucky) moment that has to be perfect – absolutely perfect.
After living in each other’s back pocket for so long, we simply knew what we wanted; we didn’t have to think too long or plan endlessly. We’ve been blessed to live in a nicely secluded woodsy area, with a beloved flower garden surrounded by a low rock wall. This is where we would exchange our vows. We designed our own invitations, ordered a beautiful two-tiered wedding cake, went shopping for a long dress (okay, that was a little bit stressful!) served a light fare of hors d’oeuvres and champagne, let God take care of the decorations, handed a relative our video camera, and had a party to end all parties.
The ceremony, performed by our pastor and good friend, was simple and traditional. Imagine my surprise when the love of my life slipped a new diamond anniversary ring onto my finger instead of the one I’d worn for so many years!
I think of both my weddings from time to time, how they were so memorable for such different reasons. One thing I cherish the most was the presence of our children, my daughter as maid of honor, and my son as best man. It was almost too perfect, if such a thing is possible. My husband had pulled our large stereo speakers out onto the front porch, and the four of us each made our way down the stairs and out into the garden, accompanied by the haunting strains of Johann Pachelbel’s canon in D Major. My daughter and I in long dresses and heels, my husband and son in matching tuxedoes. Once upon a time these two were only distant dreams, now they were right there beside us, the living, breathing proof of our love for one another.
Like I said - perfect. Absolutely perfect.
Our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary is coming up next year…wonder what he’s got planned.
What about you? Have you ever renewed your wedding vows? Had any particularly memorable or unusual moments in your wedding? Or maybe your wedding was held in a unique setting. Do tell.