Delight

As promised, I decided that today would be a good day to share some wedding pictures. (Facebook) We were blessed with a fantastic photographer who gave infinitely more than his artistic abilities that day - he gave a great deal of his time and energy, his patience and tremendous skill. Though he makes it appear so simple, I can only presume photography is a great deal more involved than he lets on.

These snapshots are, even now, far more valuable to me than I could have imagined. Nick captured moments of our wedding that I missed, that tradition didn’t permit me to see, and that years and years from now I can think fondly upon with images to accompany my memories. That is absolutely priceless.

The day was, as my dear married friends assured me it would be, the briefest and fullest whirlwind of hours that ever we would be swept into. Our anxious readying, our trembling hands, our giggles, our unsteady knees, our short bursts of squeals and momentary panic, our emotions and excitement and thousands of butterflies beating about in our stomaches all seemed to force the hands on the clocks to spin and make the sun set hastily on our wedding day.

Prior to, I was given a wealth of happy hints and gleeful counsel from people excited for Mark and I - things like “remember to eat something at the reception!” (not unless we wanted to feed the butterflies), and “don’t lock your knees!” (how could I? They were weak at the sight of my new husband), and “plan to feed more people than RSVP’d!” (Italian meatballs made: 800. Italian meatballs left over: 0).

But by far the best advice - the rawest, truest, most exhilarating statement made to me was just shortly after Mark and I became engaged. Our good friend Megan said to us once quite plainly but with a ripened wisdom, “at the end of the day, you’re married, and that’s all that really matters.”

I’m delighted Nick captured the details so that I didn’t have to, so that I could think about those words and purely enjoy the wed-ing of our wedding day.