December 22, 2000 (second) ~ Snapshots and Memories

We decided not to leave tonight. We shall be leaving tomorrow morning. I am feeling the urge to write again, which is good. I love to feel the thoughts forming into words that flow out of my fingers onto the keyboard so effortlessly. In all honesty, I have been writing a great deal, but all of it has been for classes and the wedding, nothing for this poor neglected journal.

Snapshots from the wedding:

My mother picking ivy in the rain to decorate the tables.

Rushing about that morning to make everything perfect.

Our parents were angels, fixing everything that we had not had time to plan. Food, decorations, last minute shopping, Morgan's suit...

Mom making a beautiful crown of ivy out of nowhere for my hair.

The cozy hall where it was held, its natural brown and green earthy tones, the firs outside the window we stood in front of to say our vows.

Jake, Brad, and Evan, Morgan's long-time friends, in the back hallway just before--the world will never know what really happened. *smile* It's our little secret.

Cleansing holy rain falling outside the windows and dripping on the roof. A bright flash of lightening and a powerful and loud clap of thunder right before we started the ceremony. The presence of the divine.

Also just before the ceremony, turning to Morgan before we walked out. "Are you okay?" He gave me a lost helpless look and said in a small voice, "Help?" Giving him a hug and squeezing his hand all the way up to the altar.

Making eye contact with Morgan throughout the ceremony.

The altar was just a table, covered with a white cloth. Two tall ivory pillar candles burning. A glass vase, twelve white roses, one red. The rings, sitting side by side.

Our mothers in the front row, crying softly.

Morgan stumbling over his vows, but meaning infinite love.

Everyone so happy for us. Thousands of blessings.

Joking afterwards, and lots of food.

Several people saying that this was their favorite wedding ever, honestly. Thanking us for making it personal and unique.

All the love in that room.

My mother coming to me after almost everyone had left, and telling me that I had grown up so much since I left Portland two years ago. She said that I have turned into a calm, collected, mature young woman. More sure of myself, easygoing and happier.

Feeling as if my mother and I have finally forgiven the wounds of the past.

Saying good bye to the last of the guests, and then taking a walk in the rain, the two of us, to talk, thoroughly drenching my eight-dollar "wedding dress" and not caring a bit.

Now, we've eaten most of the leftovers. Three of the roses are drying as mementoes. My ivy crown is hanging over the corner post of the bed. We are waiting for the marriage certificate to come in the mail. I feel warm, thinking about the wedding, looking at the ring on my finger. Things are good. We are more in love than ever, as always. The future is unknown, but exciting.

The wedding transcript was posted in the entry for that day, here.

As I said in that last entry, before I found out I had one more night here, FTP is down, so I probably won't be able to update while I am vacationing for the holidays. Entries will most likely be sent via the notify list. Now would be a good time to sign up. Happy Holidays!

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