We sent out electronic invites to our wedding this week.
Before hitting the send button, W asked if I was ready.
I yelled out something like “fire in the hole!” or “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!”
I can’t be sure. It all happened so fast.
And they were gone.
We held our breath for a really long time.
The world didn’t explode.
We laid sideways on our bed on our stomachs, stared at W’s iPad and waited for the first response. We had set the over-under line at 10 minutes. W took the under. I took the over.
We giggled like schoolgirls laying on our bed like that with our feet dangling off the edge, wondering what we just set in motion.
So, we are busy planning our wedding. It’s going to be an informal picnic-style affair. Pot luck, of course, because after all we are lesbians. (See page 23 of Lesbian Handbook.)
We had a formal commitment ceremony a few years ago with all the bells and whistles. This is just a party with vows because now we can get legally hitched in Pennsylvania. We get to celebrate that we are still in love and still choose each other. We have another opportunity to get together with friends and family. I have a close friend who was recently diagnosed with breast cancer, so right now I am acutely aware of how little time we spend with the people we love most.
Just this once I think we get the sweeter deal. We get two wedding celebrations because we’re gay. Take that straight people!
Every once in a while, W asks me if I’m sure I want to marry her. Like when she’s in wedding-planning mode.
Every once in a while, I ask W if she’s sure she wants to marry me. Like when I’m setting over-under lines for everything and making her watch another “quirky” movie.
We pretend to call it off every couple of days.
I thought I would be more nervous than I am. Because this time it’s for realz.
But I’m ok. (And not just my normal butch I-told-you-I’m-ok-now-leave-me-the-hell-alone ok, but really ok.)
I think of me and W stretched out on our bed and laughing like kids. I want to bottle that feeling of lightness and happiness and connection.
I guess I’ll just marry her instead.
Yay!! I’m sure the two of you will have many many years of feet dangling, over-under moments together!
Thanks, TBF. I’ll place the line at 40 years and take the over.
Congratulations. It is great that we have the right to do this. I’ve tried to talk Donna into it, but she keeps saying “bourgeois decadence” which is evidently not a form of chocolate cake.
It is great that we now have a choice like everyone else. I’m not so sure about “bourgeois decadence.” But it will be nice to enjoy the rights and benefits of being a married couple. Plus, there’s a big party and cake. And an excuse for me to buy a new pair of sneakers.
Congratulations to you both! We got married in Maryland last year (it is still illegal in our state) and are still planning our formal ceremony for sometime next year.
Right back at ya! When they make it legal in your state, throw another party! Because why not.
Marrying is good! 🙂
Thanks. Will post more details as they become available.
So great! I love the line about “laughing like kids” – Jamie and I giggle like school girls together and we’re going on 12 years. 🙂
Here’s to another 12 years of love and laughter!