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I cant really tell you how things have been for the past few weeks. Thats only because I can not find the words to acurately describe it. Some words might downplay the situation and that is the last thing that I want to happen. Joey and I have grown together and it has made me realize a lot of things. Not everything in life is all about work and deadlines. I used to chase those things until the end of time. He has taken me out of 5th gear and brought me down to 1st. There really is such thing as a lazy morning. Nothing compares to being able to wake up next to someone and not have to rush out the door. There is time to savour those moments. I guess that was something I had to learn. I was never that great with education thing.
The only thing about this line of work is that you can be seperated from people for months at a time. Planning a wedding in all that time is too stressful and draining. The solution? A small ceremony with family. We hope to have a bigger reception once we get back to Denmark but for right now, we flew out our immediate family and last night, we tied the knot. The whole time leading up to it, I was a nervous wreck. My mother and his mother kept trying to get me to calm down. Pacing around the room was the only thing that was keeping me semi-calm. He was in the room next to me and no one would let me see him. I wound up sending my little sister down to see him for me. She came back up telling me that he looked like he was going to puke. Somehow I took that to be a good thing, dont ask me why.
His mother left the room and it was just me and my mother. I sat by the mirror as she fussed over my hair and told me about all the great things that were to come our way. Her mini speech was laced with jokes and ancedotes. As the speech wound up, she lifted the veil and fitted it into place. Somehow I acquated this action with the thought that this wedding was actually going to happen. The veil was the last thing that needed to fit into place and there is was. The simple white netting masking my eyes and covering my shoulders. The limo had arrived. It was time.
My mother left me when we got to the church. Joey's mother came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I could see tears welling in her eyes. I peaked out the back doors and into the church, relieved to see Joey standing at the altar. My father offered me his arm when it was time. The walk up the aisle took forever. With each step I took, it felt like two more feet were added to the front of it. Dad put his other hand over mine and told me to slow down, "This is the first time I get to do this. Let's take our time". I was too nervous too look up. Every few steps, I would allow myself to glance up. There he was. The man I love. He was fidgeting with the ends of his hair. When I finally got next to him, I gently took his hand in mine.
It would shock me to hear that people could understand me during our vows. I could feel my voice almost break a few times as the tears started. They fell when he spoke his words. It all felt surreal as we both said "I Do". He lifted the veil and kissed me sweetly when he was told he could. Suddenly, we were the only 2 people in the world. No one could touch us or break the moment. First day of the rest of our lives.
Now, I understand why people cry at weddings.
The only thing about this line of work is that you can be seperated from people for months at a time. Planning a wedding in all that time is too stressful and draining. The solution? A small ceremony with family. We hope to have a bigger reception once we get back to Denmark but for right now, we flew out our immediate family and last night, we tied the knot. The whole time leading up to it, I was a nervous wreck. My mother and his mother kept trying to get me to calm down. Pacing around the room was the only thing that was keeping me semi-calm. He was in the room next to me and no one would let me see him. I wound up sending my little sister down to see him for me. She came back up telling me that he looked like he was going to puke. Somehow I took that to be a good thing, dont ask me why.
His mother left the room and it was just me and my mother. I sat by the mirror as she fussed over my hair and told me about all the great things that were to come our way. Her mini speech was laced with jokes and ancedotes. As the speech wound up, she lifted the veil and fitted it into place. Somehow I acquated this action with the thought that this wedding was actually going to happen. The veil was the last thing that needed to fit into place and there is was. The simple white netting masking my eyes and covering my shoulders. The limo had arrived. It was time.
My mother left me when we got to the church. Joey's mother came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I could see tears welling in her eyes. I peaked out the back doors and into the church, relieved to see Joey standing at the altar. My father offered me his arm when it was time. The walk up the aisle took forever. With each step I took, it felt like two more feet were added to the front of it. Dad put his other hand over mine and told me to slow down, "This is the first time I get to do this. Let's take our time". I was too nervous too look up. Every few steps, I would allow myself to glance up. There he was. The man I love. He was fidgeting with the ends of his hair. When I finally got next to him, I gently took his hand in mine.
It would shock me to hear that people could understand me during our vows. I could feel my voice almost break a few times as the tears started. They fell when he spoke his words. It all felt surreal as we both said "I Do". He lifted the veil and kissed me sweetly when he was told he could. Suddenly, we were the only 2 people in the world. No one could touch us or break the moment. First day of the rest of our lives.
Now, I understand why people cry at weddings.