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Today I bring you.... drumroll please.... the first gay male wedding I've ever had on this blog. Please excuse me while I skip around the house a little bit with glee.

Ok, back. So what to say about this wedding? It's been wonderful getting to know Luis of The Mad Gay Wedding a little bit over the past few months. His wedding is beautiful and his words are so wise that they gave me little chills as I read them. I'm also thrilled to share a wedding that is a little more diverse on this blog. When I first asked Luis to write a wedding graduate post, he was worried that a wedding at Disneyland where Mickey and Minnie came to the wedding wasn't 'practical.' Well, yes, it is. Luis and Mike were sane, grounded, and true to themselves, and *that* is what I care the most about. So, on that note, lets hear it for wedding diversity:Just a few weeks before Mike proposed to me we had started discussing moving in together and becoming domestic partners. We had discussed going down to the county recorder's office and doing the deed, and afterward having a small party at one of our favorite restaurants, an intimate gathering with a few of our close friends. When Michael proposed all that went out the window.

Don't get me wrong, the restaurant idea would have made an amazing and intimate wedding, but this was our chance to have the wedding we had never dreamed of but suddenly wanted so much. We were going to have a big-honking wedding at the happiest place on earth. Michael suggested we have it there since my family loves Disneyland and he claims my mother, my sister and I were ogling a display for Disney Fairy Tale Weddings at Disney's Grand Californian hotel on Mother's Day of last year.Were we ogling? Probably.

Continue reading Wedding Graduate: The Mad Gay Wedding

Till Next Week…
I'm taking the day off to unpack, take a deep breath, and just generally take it all in. Everyday since we've gotten back I ask David if we're still married *today* and he says we get to be married EVERY day, till we die. How cool is that? He also says we get to take lots more honeymoons, so I think I'm keeping him.

Next week, though, will be full of goodness. I have a fresh round of amazing wedding graduates including, um, ME. (That feels so weird to say.) We also have the first gay male wedding ever on this blog (Finally you guys! Geeze!) and some sponsors that I'm very excited about, and I think you will be too.

Until then, I'll leave you with a picture I took in London of a headline: Continue reading Till Next Week…

I really love this wedding for a million reasons, but one of the things I think is *really* smart about it is that (drum roll please) they didn't have a budget. What? Yes.
They spent what they thought was reasonable, as they had it, and never counted it up. I know this isn't for everyone, but I thought I'd draw your attention to it. The closer I got to our wedding, the more I realized that it's easy to get unreasonably attached to the *magic number* you've set for your budget... and funny enough, that can pull you away from what's important and what's right for you in the same way that million dollar flowers can. It can make you lose the plot. Because, really really really, money (no matter how much or how little you have) is not what is important about your wedding. It. Is. Not. What. Matters. And with that, I give you the super-smart Kirsten writing about their wonderful wedding:
Continue reading Kirsten and Aaron’s Happy Happy Happy Wedding

Huge.
If I could only pass on one thing about our wedding day, it would be this: Getting married? It's huge. It's bigger than you ever expected or imagined. It's life changing. And having done it, I can categorically say, in a way I never understood before, that it is not about the carefully planned the details. If it matters to you to have a cute cake*, by all means, have a cute cake. But it's barely going to hit your radar screen on your wedding day. The details that will end up mattering to you are the ones you could never ever, ever plan.

By the same token, the huge-ness of the day is why I fall into the camp of, 'I loved our wedding, but I don't ever want to do it again.' The wedding was so important, that doing it twice would make it less powerful. And it was so emotional that I want to remember it, I don't want to re-live it. The next big party we have, I'm ready to go right to the eating and dancing.
Continue reading Huge.

Weepy. Wonderful.
Oh, kids. Settling back into life after your honeymoon is a *lettle* bit tiring, at least when your biological clock is eight whole hours off from travel, and there are piles of presents waiting to be properly put away. That we should all have such problems, right? So, please bear with me if APW is a little erratic in the next handful of days.

But. I am on and off weepy with gratitude: for our amazing friends, for our families, for the unbelievable love surrounding us on our wedding day, for our newlywedded bliss,* for our amazing honeymoon adventures, and for the torrent of love and thoughtfulness and care that you all showed in these comments. Teary. Overwhelmed. Grateful. For all of it.

And to tide you over, here are some lovely words on what it was like to be a guest at our wedding, which is a perspective I just don't have.
Continue reading Weepy. Wonderful.

Back From Bliss
We’re back. As I type this we are winging our way home from our honeymoon, and I can’t wait to see all our dear sweet friends again, and sleep in my own bed. What to say? While I was unwilling to say that the wedding was the happiest day of my life so far (see: lack of naps) I will say that these last two weeks, the wedding and the honeymoon, have been some of the most blissful I’ve ever experienced. A life changing moment, a great party, a grand adventure, and plenty of naps (though we walked for miles everyday too, don’t kid yourself). But here is the best part: we’re married now, so this is only our *first* adventure as a married couple, and I fully expect that this will not end up as the best two weeks of my life, just ONE of the happiest times.

Aside: When the stewardess just came by passing out landing cards, she asked if we were a family, and David said, “Yes.” So how great is that?

So. I want to tell you about the wedding, a little bit at a time. This community made me far braver, calmer, and more honest on my wedding day, and that made all the difference. Because of that, I want to share some of that joy with you. The problem is, like East Side Bride before me, I’m having a hard time writing about our wedding. It’s not so much that I’m afraid of shaking the glitter off, I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t come off if I tried and I know that there are parts of the wedding that we’ll keep just for us. The problem, I think, is that the wedding feels so big. People always tell you about their wedding details, or their wedding timeline, and I suppose I could tell you about those things, but they miss the point. They are not the wedding I experienced. This is the wedding I experienced: Continue reading Back From Bliss