Marriage, that blessed arrangement


Personal / Thursday, November 22nd, 2018

A few weeks I went to an event for work. This event involved me greeting some guests in the lobby of the hotel where it was being held, which also meant I got to do some people watching. It was pretty great considering our event was for kids and a lot of them were wearing tiny suits and beautiful dresses.

And then I saw something that made me smile to myself at memories.

I saw a woman walking through the lobby with a wedding dress draped over her arm. Casually walking with a man, newly her husband, his ring shining on his finger.

One of my favourite photos from our wedding day is my dress, laid out on the bed, with my grandmother’s pearls and my red Converse sneakers.

I remember walking into the hotel for our reception and in the lobby there was another bride in her dress, and she looked at me like how dare I also be a bride today.

I remember putting so much energy into the wedding day, and then suddenly it was over, and your marriage starts. I remember the end of the wedding, as Joe and I walked to the car – because we were driving ourselves to the reception – and we just were us again. Now married.

I remember that the being a bride part was never really the point. It was the after.

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