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Adam met me at the airport with a bouquet of flowers, and I was so happy to be off that airplane, out of airports, and seeing him. He looked at photos on my camera, repeating over and over how beautiful I am. He loved the necklace marina gave me - the silver crane that hasn't left my neck yet. I was glad to see him, but I wished I'd been picking him up at the Portland airport instead. I wasn't quite ready to leave.
I sustained 5 days of happiness and little sleep. I saw people I haven't seen in over five years, regressed back to being 15, but managed to keep ahold of the current perspective. I stayed at Jamie, Kathleen and Caitlin's, along with Jess, for the first two nights - and hosted a spa themed bridal shower there. Then we had a family/friends "bbq" where I got to see Marina's cousins that I haven't seen in ages. We left from there for the bachelorette party, where we missed two different busses to get to Voicebox karaoke, where a very loud and good time was had by all.
The next day we woke up early to go berry picking. 82 pounds of blueberries were picked. We ate them with gellato for the wedding dessert the next day. We had a picnic, where the highlight for me was watching Ethan, Jordan and Josh play guitar, and seeing campers I hadn't seen in years and years. Most nights ended with folks in the basement playing ping pong and ten fingers. The 2nd two nights I crashed at the Friedland Moses house they were renting, getting no sleep and getting worse at pingpong.
Wedding day: Marina and I did a poetry marathon at Costellos. Then makeup and getting ready at her apartment, arriving at the wedding location around 12 to set up and run through the ceremony process. I held one corner of the Huppah (?? how to spell..), Ethan, Jamie, and Miles (Zack's brother) held the others. Nephews brought in rings, cousins brought in ketubah, parents played music, and Marina and Zack got married. I was glad to be under the Huppah, glad and proud and grateful. Glad to have something to hold on to. I'd watch Marina and tear up, then look at Ethan and laugh. When the glass was smashed and we shouted mazel-tov they skipped away to the bike-cab and the rest of us played our kazoos and waved our streamers and followed in a spectacular parade around the park.
The reception had lebanses food, ginger beer and rootbeer, the blueberries, and a talent show full of prayer and humor. There was dancing. There was piano playing. There were endless kazoos and nosefluting.
We're better than we were when we were 15, but we haven't lost it either.
That night we did some errands and then ended up back at the Friedland Moses house for more pingpong and ten fingers. I stayed there again, and it was to the airport the next morning. Waited in the airport for 4 hours for a 3 hour flight, and then off the plane, wishing I hadn't left my sunglasses behind, to see Adam, waiting for me with a bouquet of flowers. And we are back where I started again.
I sustained 5 days of happiness and little sleep. I saw people I haven't seen in over five years, regressed back to being 15, but managed to keep ahold of the current perspective. I stayed at Jamie, Kathleen and Caitlin's, along with Jess, for the first two nights - and hosted a spa themed bridal shower there. Then we had a family/friends "bbq" where I got to see Marina's cousins that I haven't seen in ages. We left from there for the bachelorette party, where we missed two different busses to get to Voicebox karaoke, where a very loud and good time was had by all.
The next day we woke up early to go berry picking. 82 pounds of blueberries were picked. We ate them with gellato for the wedding dessert the next day. We had a picnic, where the highlight for me was watching Ethan, Jordan and Josh play guitar, and seeing campers I hadn't seen in years and years. Most nights ended with folks in the basement playing ping pong and ten fingers. The 2nd two nights I crashed at the Friedland Moses house they were renting, getting no sleep and getting worse at pingpong.
Wedding day: Marina and I did a poetry marathon at Costellos. Then makeup and getting ready at her apartment, arriving at the wedding location around 12 to set up and run through the ceremony process. I held one corner of the Huppah (?? how to spell..), Ethan, Jamie, and Miles (Zack's brother) held the others. Nephews brought in rings, cousins brought in ketubah, parents played music, and Marina and Zack got married. I was glad to be under the Huppah, glad and proud and grateful. Glad to have something to hold on to. I'd watch Marina and tear up, then look at Ethan and laugh. When the glass was smashed and we shouted mazel-tov they skipped away to the bike-cab and the rest of us played our kazoos and waved our streamers and followed in a spectacular parade around the park.
The reception had lebanses food, ginger beer and rootbeer, the blueberries, and a talent show full of prayer and humor. There was dancing. There was piano playing. There were endless kazoos and nosefluting.
We're better than we were when we were 15, but we haven't lost it either.
That night we did some errands and then ended up back at the Friedland Moses house for more pingpong and ten fingers. I stayed there again, and it was to the airport the next morning. Waited in the airport for 4 hours for a 3 hour flight, and then off the plane, wishing I hadn't left my sunglasses behind, to see Adam, waiting for me with a bouquet of flowers. And we are back where I started again.