After painstaking review of my schedule over the next year, I chose my fast approaching wedding date for the simple fact that it wasn’t near any birthdays, holidays or notorious months of bad weather. It was either this fall or next summer and given the speed at which my sweetheart and I have fused into a single entity, it didn’t make much sense to prolong the legal record of our happiness. The availability of a breathtaking reception venue in the canyons of Southern California, and my childhood minister (willing and able to travel 3,000 miles to marry me) sealed my choice. September 29th, 2007. Something about that date felt auspicious.
Months following the booking did I realize the karma behind my anniversary. On the evening of my wedding it will have been exactly one year to the day that I spent 12 charmed “es wird sein” hours falling in love with the man I’m marrying. September 29th of last year I was in Las Vegas for a business trip. I had decided to spend an extra night in Sin City to be entertained, as was tradition between us, by an old friend. He met me at the Venetian casino while I whittled away a few fifties drinking Grey Goose at a black jack table and then whisked me through lesser known local watering holes and tapas bars off the strip. His smile made me weak. A few hours before my morning flight, he slipped his arm under the curve of my neck, curled up not-so-platonically against my lower back, and massaged my shoulders with his fingertips until I fell asleep. We didn’t kiss that night, but we had before and I knew it was only a matter of days before we would again; he had been offered a job in DC. That chemical connection we’d always downplayed to our friends was no longer constrained by coastal distance or significant others. This was it…
So not only will our wedding date memorialize our vows, it will also be a celebration of the exact hour of our unity as soul mates, one year earlier. I liken the rarity of that coincidence to the purity of our affection, and I look forward to embodying the proof that marital odds can be beaten.
Months following the booking did I realize the karma behind my anniversary. On the evening of my wedding it will have been exactly one year to the day that I spent 12 charmed “es wird sein” hours falling in love with the man I’m marrying. September 29th of last year I was in Las Vegas for a business trip. I had decided to spend an extra night in Sin City to be entertained, as was tradition between us, by an old friend. He met me at the Venetian casino while I whittled away a few fifties drinking Grey Goose at a black jack table and then whisked me through lesser known local watering holes and tapas bars off the strip. His smile made me weak. A few hours before my morning flight, he slipped his arm under the curve of my neck, curled up not-so-platonically against my lower back, and massaged my shoulders with his fingertips until I fell asleep. We didn’t kiss that night, but we had before and I knew it was only a matter of days before we would again; he had been offered a job in DC. That chemical connection we’d always downplayed to our friends was no longer constrained by coastal distance or significant others. This was it…
So not only will our wedding date memorialize our vows, it will also be a celebration of the exact hour of our unity as soul mates, one year earlier. I liken the rarity of that coincidence to the purity of our affection, and I look forward to embodying the proof that marital odds can be beaten.
10 comments:
Aww that sounds perfectly lovely Jess. And old friends are the best friends. I'm glad you 'rediscovered' each other and got together, finally. Cheers & Good Luck! 'VJ'
I have this feeling I'm going to cry like a baby at your wedding.
I mean, this made me tear up with joy and happiness for you; seeing you walk down the aisle, gazing at your sweetheart, him gazing back... it's going to be a beautiful sight.
love. this. post. so. much.
Wow. That sounds wonderful.
We picked our date just because we like winter and cold weather and Christmas -- afterward, my great-aunt wrote to tell me that that was also her wedding anniversary. It would have been her 65th this year, had my great-uncle not passed away. I love that I am sharing an anniversary with two people who had a wonderful, happy marriage.
My grandparents' wedding anniversary is Sept. 30th. One day away from the date I chose. Isn't it wonderful to discover the date you chose has more meaning than you originally thought?
Sept 29 is Tech vs Clemson!!
Now we must cancel our plans to parachute into the canyon during your reception..
Oh wow! It is so great when things work out that way. Congrats!
Lovely. :) I am so beyond excited for you. You are a truly inspiring couple.
What a truly romantic post, Jess. Es Muss Sein reminds me of the Unbearable Lightness of Being every time I see it somewhere.
All the best to you.
booooring
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