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a meditation on love, pt. 4/6

My wedding day was the best day of my life.

We had tempered our expectations; “we’re introverts,” we told each other. “We’re not going to have the best day.”

We had endured an interesting civil ceremony in a kitschy foyer two months prior to get ahead of some legal documents, and imagined that we would look more fondly on that funny memory than the pomp and circumstance of the actual wedding day we spent the better part of two years planning.

Having all of our friends and loved ones travel to our town should have felt surreal, but it felt as common as breathing. It felt like we could walk down to our neighborhood bar and see all of our people there every week, when in fact this was likely the only day in our lifetime that our loved ones were in the same room.

Time expanded as my best friend and mom got ready with me. It felt so normal, as if we lived in the hotel suite and spent every Saturday doing our hair, makeup, and picking out outfits together. Layers of makeup and a very white dress necessitated that I not allow the gravity of the moment to dawn on me.

This, of course, fell apart the moment I walked towards my soon-to-be husband. Despite my best efforts not to ruminate on the beautiful path that had taken us to this moment, I still broke down and let out a stifled sob before he could turn around for our first look. A handful of happy tears were spilled and wiped gently with a lace handkerchief. Lighthearted jokes were exchanged, deep breaths and stunning portraits were taken. The cellist began practicing and tears fell anew.