I found this when I was going through old pictures of Nana, crying and eating a bowl of chocolate pudding all by myself sprawled out on the living room floor. for a second it made me laugh. I was one, Alex was two…so close and so far away.
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we got married in the dark, in front of a fountain scattered with candles. peacock feathers covered the grass and lanterns lit our path. trees towered over us, lit with a thousand tiny stars that wound their way up their trunks and through their leaves. it was fast. if you weren’t looking, you would have missed it. in the span of a heartbeat, the flutter of black eyelashes, the passing of a bated breath, we were married. husband and wife. until the end of time, in every life we’ll ever live, to the ends of the earth…a perfect fit to fill the vast empty expanses jaggedly carved out of each of our souls.
– Alex picked this out for our song. We improvised a square dance on the spot with 200 people watching. He spun me in the air and we got a standing ovation.
– This is the song I was supposed to walk down the aisle to. Somehow the playlist got mixed up and I was starting to come down the aisle when he ran away to fix it so that it would be the way it had played out in our heads over and over for months.
– We wanted this to be the first song that played after we were officially announced husband and wife. We wanted to make our way back down the aisle strewn with peacock feathers and glowing lanterns, holding hands, quietly singing the words to each other. It never played.
– My dad picked this for our father/daughter dance song. My step mom didn’t approve. I thought it was perfect.
– Alex picked this to dance with his mom to. He used to sing it to her in the car when he was a baby.
– My Grandpa demanded we dance to this song. So he got his own dance and he even wore a tie with some kind of desert bird on it. I can not begin to tell you how much I love him.
– We went outside on the veranda to cut our cake and my 5 year old 2nd (3rd?) cousin asked my dad for the microphone so she could sing this to us. We almost died – it was the cutest thing I have ever seen a kid do. And she kicked ass.
– I made sure this played outside while everyone was waiting for me and my mom was sitting in the front row by the fountain in her purple dress. It was for her, but I don’t think she knew that. This song is always for her.
– It was really important to Alex that this one play a few different times throughout the night for his dad…he didn’t say anything to his dad about it, but it was for him.
While you might read about my adventures sometimes, you don’t often see me posting. Since this is Jamie’s outlet and the fact that I can’t compare to her style of writing, I usually let her be the scribe of our lives, but not today.
You see today, I have been married to Jamie for 3 very long short years. I could tell you all about how amazing Jamie is, but if you read this blog, then you already understand how wild and crazy she is and that she can help bring a smile to your face no matter the circumstance. That is why there have 3 been very long short years, we have packed our lives with so much, it would seem impossible that it was all done in 3 years, at the same time though it seems like yesterday that I made the best decision in my life.
I knew before the day we got married that I was trapped in her chaos, and I loved every second of it, but I still believe anniversaries should still be recognized. So, in honor of our 3rd year of marriage, we aren’t buying gifts (although I would say that house I’m buying her should count…) and since the traditional gift for 3rd year is leather according to Wikipedia, I decided to doodle in Paint while at work last night because I don’t have leather working skills. It isn’t my greatest work, and your eyes might burn from looking at it for over 86 seconds but I think it conveys my message properly. Love is chaotic, captivating and to an outsider often useless, just like my doodle, but we are trapped in our bliss and will continue to sing our song and live in love.
Also cows = leather if you didn’t get that reference and Raptors = awesomeness.
Oh, and I’m still planning on being an awesome husband as well. I love you Jamie, and I can’t wait for the next 70 VERY LONG short years.
Chicken shrimp
To be a chicken shrimp
Life would be hard
But the taste more confusing
A. Age: I’m about 9100 days old.
B. Bed size: Queen, isn’t there a better question for the letter B?
C. Chore that you hate: pulling weeds and sweeping
D. Dogs: Corona & Stella
E. Essential start to your day: Waking up next to the Wife, shower, food, music.
F. Favorite color: I’d say black, but really that is the absence of light, which is kind of depressing. So, green.
G. Gold or Silver: neither
H. Height: 6′
I. Instruments you play: Self taught on piano, guitar, drums (sorta) and air guitar.
J. Job title: We’ll just say Consultant because I don’t know anymore.
K. Kids: Brigs, Baby #2, Corona and Stella (Jamie apparently doesn’t think of our daughters as kids anymore).
L. Live: Florida
M. Mother’s name: Dottie
N. Nicknames: Dunn, Alfred and lots of other expletives….
O. Overnight hospital stays: When I stared at the heart monitor for Jamie and B for about 12 hours while she slept.
P. Pet Peeves: People eating around me, Styrofoam, People who use “like” 20 times to explain the color of the sky, Ignorance, Excuses, the list goes on….
Q. Quote from a movie: Pretty much all of Pulp Fiction: “The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother’s keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy My brothers. And you will know My name is the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon thee.”
R. Right or left handed: yes
S. Siblings: negative
T. Tacos or Twizzlers: Tacos. Candy is for the uninspired.
U. Underwear: I hope so.
V. Vegetable you hate: artichoke, huge disappointment
W. What makes you run late: Jamie
X. X-Rays you’ve had: most of my lower body, shoulder, hands
Y. Yummy food that you make: Fish Tacos
Z. Zoo animal: Dinosaurs, they’ll be there in the future and I’ll want to see them.
we’d just gotten married. we were getting ready for a masquerade, the two of us dressed in black. my hair was curled, glitter glowed on my skin. we put on our masks…silver for you, jeweled for me and you spun me around the kitchen floor under the fluorescent lights. we drove there in your truck, your jacket wrapped tightly around my shoulders. You held my hand when we walked through the door, found a table in a dark corner. we watched the people in their masks, watched them dance, watched them drink, watched them laugh, watched them talk in hushed voices. A magician came to our table, pulled silken scarves and balls of red foam out of our hands where there weren’t before. We drank our whiskey in cut crystal glasses, smiled while flashbulbs exploded in front of our eyes. My ring cast prisms on the darkened ceiling, yours caught the light as you shook the hands of strangers. I was yours, wound through your heart, around your arm, your star struck lover in a mask of diamonds, a mask of jewels.
it was a summer morning, hot and heavy. we drove with the windows down, sparks from the sunrise reflecting in the disco ball that hung from my mirror. we held hands, aqueous transmission hanging in the air. you patiently followed me while I walked the grounds of the old hotel, running my fingers over stone, fountains, carved angels, flowers dripping sugar. we sat and drank our coffee in the perfect still of a quiet morning, sat and watched the swans while I wondered if I’d been one, once. I watched you on the beach, floating on the water. you brought me a flower washed up in the sand, placed it in my hair while I wrapped my arms around you, salt water running down our bodies in rivulets. a love so wild, so innocent, so frenzied, that it spilled out of our hearts that day, spilled into the ocean…reflected in the heat of a purple summer sky.
A love note from my husband
