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{via Matt Odom & Americana Cinema}
We’re nine days away from Christmas, which means we’re nine days away from my & Jonathan’s third wedding anniversary (we eloped to Las Vegas on Christmas if you didn’t know). So I’m sure you can imagine that while viewing those videos I experience out of control goosebumps & a super strong urge to get married all over again.
Ideally, Jonathan & I eloped under the pretense that we would have a second wedding shortly after, one that would involve all the traditional wedding fixings: a wedding dress, a gooey chocolate wedding cake, a room full of people we love, perhaps a live jazz band, & superb vegetarian food. We wanted to have this Second Wedding as soon as we could afford to, where we could invite our friends & family to [re]witness our proclamation of undying love for one another & a promise to always be faithful.
Nearly three years later, it has yet to happen.
By all means, it could still happen. We could start planning & saving & making arrangements to have our Second Wedding, but I think we’ve both have been asking ourselves if it’s worth it. After being married for almost three years, we’re no longer considered newlyweds & the newness of marriage itself has since worn off. A wedding is a celebration of the love of the couple, yes, but it’s also a celebration of the journey ahead. & while our journey isn’t close to being over (it’s only just begun), Jonathan & I well on our way. & then there’s the fact that we’ve never really made a Second Wedding a priority; perhaps it’s because we’re so comfortable with the state of our marriage & how it’s been individually & uniquely celebrated by us & our families that we don’t really need another ceremony.
So I think I’m okay with the idea of never having a Second Wedding.
That is, until I see videos like those. Then all of my reasoning goes out of the window & all I can think is “WANT!”
I want a flowy wedding dress & I want to see Jonathan in a suit. I want a garter toss & a bouquet brawl (I’ve never seen the latter done gracefully). I want a first dance with Edith Piaf playing in the background & a wedding cake cut/smash in face moment. I want flowers & bubbles & lace & candles & yummy food. I want gorgeous wedding photographs. I want beautiful bridesmaids.
I want a do-over.
Either that… or I divorce Jonathan, become a supermodel, & marry some rich guy so that I can have my wedding ceremony in some gorgeous mansion in Paris, France. There’s always that option.*