I woke up this morning having a conversation with someone in a dream. I was explaining how Garry wanted a “real” wedding while I wanted to elope. So of course, we had a “real” wedding. Garry told me what he wanted and went back to work, fully trusting I would “make it happen.”
I kept working and arranged the wedding. The whole thing. It wouldn’t have been such a big deal, but we had to have it in his church on Long Island and we were living in Boston, 260 miles away.
Weddings are overrated. Not marriage. I like being married. It’s the wildly expensive ceremonies, the absurdly priced dresses you’ll wear just once. Photographers, videographers, flowers, dinner. I’m also pretty sure we were the only people who invited 86 people and had 107 guests show up.
In the midst of all of this, Garry and his mother were having an ongoing battle for weeks that culminated in the middle of the reception. Weddings!
I never got anything to eat and my feet hurt. The heels I wore to match the dress were not designed for comfort. It was hot day in the middle of September. I had to wear a corset because the dress was strapless and nothing else would support “the girls.” By the time the wedding was over, it was good we were going on a honeymoon immediately or it might have been a very short marriage. A few weeks in Ireland calmed me down.
Thirty-two years later, he’s 80 and I’m 75. Where did the time go? I can’t figure out if it feel like we’ve been married forever or just for a few months. I think it feels like both.
I thought maybe we should get married again. It would be the fourth time, but it’s too late to organize it and anyway I get tired thinking about it. Then I ponder having a small party, but that makes me feel even more exhausted. I was trying to think of a gift for Garry, but anything he needs, he’s already gotten, probably twice. The only thing I needed was a new Kindle and I already ordered it.
How about a nice dinner out? Maybe a few pictures? Garry and I are the only photographers I know, but it would be great to get a picture us together. We’ll find someplace nice and have dinner. Maybe the wait-person can take a picture.
That should do it. I wonder if there’s any place nice still open.