I take my word pretty seriously. I’m not infallible, of course, but most of my life I have tried my best to make good on my promises. Right now I am writing the most important promise I will ever keep.
I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it, but I’m getting married. This is happening at the end of the month, which seems to be two days closer for every day that passes. This Saturday will be the fortnight countdown. There are a great many details that have yet to be determined. For example, where are we going to get all the eating utensils, plates, cups, etc.? When should we pick up the pies? What are the wedding party people going to be wearing? What decorations will we need? Is it going to rain? If it does, what are we going to do about it? When can we actually sit down and get the music for the ceremony put together? How are we going to keep people warm outside? And the list goes on and on…
All of these details pale in comparison to the true heart of what needs to happen. We need to prepare our vows. That’s what the whole day is about. We love each other every day, but this one day imparticular is set aside so that we can vow before our friends and family that we will continue to do so forever. I have my rough notes, and I’m putting together a draft. I don’t know that I’ve ever spent as much time working on one paragraph of text. Milca and I met with Ambika, the ray on sunshine that will be marrying us, and we went over the kinds of things we plan on saying. While reading my brainstormed ideas Ambika started to cry. She started when I read the first one I had written down, and got fairly teary-eyed after every one.
The moral of this post is that if you are going to be at the wedding, and you are the crying type, you may want to lay off the mascara and bring some tissue.