Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Different, But Not.

I broke my toe the day before I got married.
On a pew.
Because my wedding day would not have been "me" without some sort of incident like that.
My soon to be husband laughed and pointed.... and then consoled me.
I wore house slippers under my dress instead of my satin shoes.
and... it really didn't bother me at all.

It was beautiful that day. The sun shone all day, especially through the windows at the church. Which is what I remember most about the ceremony. Not what the pastor was saying to me, but how how God was lighting the church. (I think a lot of brides don't have any idea what the ceremony was actually like.)

My Polish grandmother said the only thing she remembered was that we danced like wild heathens. And she loved watching every minute of my giant wedding gown bopping up and down.

And 9 years later....I break my toe, at least once a year. My husband still laughs, and then consoles. I still walk around our house, looking at the beautiful light in the evening, oblivious to what's going on around me. I still dance like a wild heathen. Nothing has changed, yet everything has changed.

Happy 9 Mr. K.


Kara said...

I woke up this morning thinking it was your anniversary but then forgot to wish it happy! So here it is- happy anniversary!!!!! Here's to many, many more!

Gizzy said...

The catch of his life... Happy anniverary!!