ten years later

Today is my 10th wedding anniversary. To kick off the celebration (which, incidentally, is continuing tonight as Andrew and I attend two separate parents' open houses at two different schools), we watched our wedding video with Emily last night.

Thanks to my parents' imminent divorce and his parents' never-ending animus, greedy vendors, inexperience, naivete, and my own delusions of the possibility of perfection, planning our wedding was one of the longest, most stressful events of my life.

Despite my best efforts, things, of course, were out of my control and went awry. The seating chart required military-style precision and a crash course in diplomacy. The florist brought the wrong chuppah. The restaurant provided the wrong cake. After the driest summer in a decade, it rained for the entire week before the wedding, cancelling our plans to have the ceremony on a pier. (Funny about the hurricane to celebrate our anniversary, huh?) And on and on and on.

On our honeymoon -- four weeks and 4,000 miles in a rented car through New Mexico, Arizona, Utah, Nevada, and California -- it took us two weeks to talk about anything but the ceremony, the reception, what went wrong, and how so many people behaved, if not badly, at least oddly.

And yet, as we watched the video, playing MST3K with each other through the whole thing, I said to Andrew, "You know, last night at the concert, we heard one single sentence that sums this all up perfectly."

Funny what time will do.

Posted by volfie at September 18, 2003 08:07 AM