Remember to Celebrate
Caleb and I celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary on March 30. By the strangest coincidence, even though we've travelled all over and lived in many zip codes since we tied the knot, we now live just around the corner from the place where we got married. So we thought the best way to celebrate would be to revisit that unforgettable place on the same day, one decade later.
It's really amazing how memories are so visceral. Sights and sounds and smells all took me back to that day when our friends and family journeyed from near and far to bear witness to our union. The world before us, our pasts behind us, everything in its right place.
The wedding party was a little shorter this time around.
But no less enthusiastic.
We didn't really care for our wedding photographer. He did get some good shots, but personally he left something to be desired. Also, he didn't really understand why we preferred black & white to color.
We didn't make the same mistake twice. 10 years older and wiser, we engaged Violet's photography services.
Caleb says there's this thing when soldiers have been to war together. He says they're a 'unit'. They're bonded for life. They've seen things together. They know things about each other that no one else knows. Their views of the world are intertwined. They've found themselves, the cowardly and the heroic, as comrades in arms. I think that's how it is with marriage too. It might not sound that romantic to some. But it is to me. It's soul stirring beauty, in fact. The idea of two kids who don't know themselves or God or the world at all yet being brought together and learning about all of it together. In a way that makes them a unit.
It's good to remember. It's good to celebrate.