After the wedding
writing through the cold
Hi!
Adam and I ran into some friends we haven’t seen in a long time this weekend, and they asked how the wedding was, and we both said, “What wedding?” because we didn’t realize they were talking about our wedding - which was perfect and great and we loved it. But also it feels like 300 years ago at this point. In reality, this Friday will be six months since the wedding - both a long time, and a very, very short time in the scope of life and also our relationship. The wedding was a big, looming thing that took up so much brain space and also filled so many conversations for so long, and then it stopped so suddenly that talking about it again was strange. But also so nice and good! Neither of us ever thought we’d be the kind of people who were reliving the wedding and reminiscing every day, but it was very funny for it to already have slipped away like this distant memory. But also it’s been months since we got our photos and videos back, months since we made a magazine of all the pictures, months since it’s been top of mind. And how nice is that! To have shifted back to regular life. To be busy having fun and doing other things! To be married!
The friends we ran into got married a few months before us, so they understood where we were coming from. We got to joke about how nice it is to be on the other side - to not think about centerpieces or dresses or menus! To not have to schedule appointments or make decisions! To just be together and married and happy!
Later that same day, Adam’s parents drove over to Kansas City, and we all went out for an early dinner, and after, we wanted to go for a walk somewhere because it was super nice out. We ended up going to the park where Adam proposed. And his dad took a picture of us showing off the completed set of rings.
And then we almost accidentally walked right into someone else’s proposal. We noticed a photographer by a tree and then saw a bunch of rose petals and these little bubble balloon things and a very young guy down on one knee. It was all very cute. And I hope none of their pictures have a random family starting to walk past and then scrambling away in them. Oops!
Anyway, I’ve spent the last couple of days laughing about Adam and me saying, “What wedding?” so I guess that’s what this week’s poem is about! A draft:
AFTER THE WEDDING Life is normal. We travel and plan meals and walk the neighborhood circle and see friends. And people ask how married life is as winter starts to end. We're warmer now. And we're still in love like kids, laughing. We sing the same songs. Fall asleep tight together, twisted.