* Ten years ago today, I walked down the aisle (of an honest-to-goodness church) to meet The Man who was standing up front, waiting for me. We had been dating for about 4 years before we got married, so I wasn't really nervous the day of the wedding. The night before, though, we got into the back of my parents' car to go to the rehearsal and we looked at each other with matching EXPRESSIONS OF TERROR. For some reason, it was SO much more anxiety provoking than the actual WEDDING.
* It was raining in the morning but the weather cleared while we were saying our vows. I swear. A ray of light came through the stained glass windows and I LAUGHED. I also slipped while I was on the altar, walking back to my seat. I heard some gasps from the guests so it must have looked scary. The videographer edited that out of the tape, though, which--of COURSE he would but I ALWAYS think about that now.
* When we were exchanging rings, I made the sound of a jail-cell door closing when I pushed the ring all the way down on his finger. Caaa-CHINK.
* I haven't seen my wedding video in years. As in, [
I lost it in one of the moves] I can't FIND it. On that wedding video, I [ procrastinated, as usual] didn't get the songs to the guy in time and so they put their own in. I am NOT KIDDING when I tell you that the montage of the wedding at the end of the video is set to THIS TUNE.
* I had SEVEN girls in the bridal party and I heartily regret one of them. It was someone I asked out of a sense of obligation and it SHOULD have been my BFF in her spot. I even felt that at the time of the wedding (especially when the bridesmaid came to the rehearsal dinner in a black-and-red-lace-up bustier) and so now when I look at pictures of the line up, I just want to photo-shop Kristen's face over [
the guilt-inducing-unfriender] that one girl's.
* Although we disagree on lots (and lots and lots) of things, The Man and I both tend to rank LOW on sentimentality and/or need for ROMANCE, which makes days like Valentine's Day and anniversaries much, much easier. Tonight, we'll go out to eat and call it a celebration.
* The worst thing about The Man is his tendency toward [
leaving little fucking scraps of paper containing VITAL INFORMATION all over hell] clutter and his general disorganization.
* The best thing about The Man is that he is a TOTAL come-through guy. At/On/During any critical/important occasion where you would imagine needing or wanting a supportive spouse or friend,The Man is that guy. For big things like the wedding or the death of my mom, down to not-so-big but still important things like, moving into my own office or detailing my recently separated friend's car for her--he is one dependable, supportive em-effer.
* Even during the hardest times of our relationship (many of them have been over the last two years, heh, go figure,) I have never, not even once, not even for a second, thought that perhaps I made a mistake all those years ago. The Man is the only man for me, of that I am completely sure.
Go ahead, you can say it.
I found The Love of a Lifetime.