So, as things quiet down over here for Thanksgiving week, I'm thrilled to bring you Ceri's wedding graduate post, which has the perfect amount of gratitude and simplicity, and just plain awesomeness. I was struck by Ceri's description of their ceremony, at how she suddenly realized, "Wow, this is actually happening, right here, right now." It's hard to put into words how I felt during our ceremony, but she gets pretty d*mn close. And what she says about details mattering and not mattering all at once? I'd like to sign on that line, and re-emphasize that you need to do what causes you the least stress and the most happiness and let the rest of it go. So with that I give you Ceri's oddly perfect, totally blissful wedding:
I admit it. I was wrapped up in the planning. I enjoyed scrounging second-hand shops for owl and cat figurines to fit our "The Owl and the Pussy-cat" theme. I was obsessed with last minute DIY nervous-energy projects. I was absorbed in my own head space of pretty. And, as I waited on an earthen balcony overlooking the river at our wedding site, I thought, wow, this is actually happening, right here, right now. All the hours spent fussing over minor and major details dissolved into the flowing water. I peeked through the brush at my family and friends gathering around our ceremony site, and it hit me, they are here for us, this is all real. I was filled with bliss, love, and nervous excitement. I was here to marry my best friend.
Before I met my husband, I wasn't into marriage. I thought it was a nice idea for some people, but definitely wasn't in the stars for me. My husband felt the same. Obviously that feeling changed, because he proposed, I said yes without hesitation, and four months later I was standing along a river waiting to be married. Weird. Yet, weird in a very good way. The best kind of weird. What was even stranger was that as I held his hands when we met under our chuppah, I knew that he felt exactly the same way I did, and I hadn't even considered that this was a possibility. In fact, I hadn't considered at all what he felt about me. It was a given, I suppose. But then suddenly, as I listened to him pronounce his vows, I thought, huh, he really loves me. I mean he really, really loves me. The kind of love that's willing to forgo a family history of disappointment and divorce to marry me. The kind of love that overcomes a fear of public display of love and affection to say our vows when it was his preference to go to the courthouse. The kind of love that promises to be here with me...forever. So strange. I hadn't actually considered that a real possibility until that moment. I mean for me it was indeed a possibility. I had already struggled with my fears of divorce stemming from my own childhood and struggled with what marriage really means, blah, blah, blah, but I hadn't really figured out that he meant this whole marriage thing. I'm still kind of reeling over that one.
This may sound pretty mushy, and admittedly, it is, but our wedding was perfect. I can't think of a better adjective. Everything and everyone glowed. Ok, so yes, it was sunny, but it was more than that. Continue reading Wedding Graduates: Ceri & Nate












































































