Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Tonight, I got married again. To the same man who I've been married to for exactly ten years to the day. 11-23. It was tiny and perfect and packed with meaning. In the heart of our new living room, our girls sat with purple chrysanthemums--mini-bouquet versions of my own--and watched as their mama and papa exchanged words of renewal and made-over wedding rings, while one other single person witnessed and facilitated: our amazing therapist. Other than the flowers, I spent no money on the decor: two of the paper stars from our original wedding hung above the fireplace, and candles were scattered throughout. Blake wore his black and gold guayabera shirt from 11-23-01. The bride wore her favorite white lacy Forever 21 dress ($20 and still kicking) and those infamous Jon Fluevog pumps.
Blake read from his iPhone, which was adorable since he's been the last person to give into technology--he has finally graduated from post-it notes. My notes were scrawled on the back of my thanksgiving grocery list, much like my original vows were. (I swear, I grew in different ways!) Our rings were refurbished with ten diamonds added around each band to symbolize every year of wedded bliss (and non-bliss.) Mayan shared an inspired piece of writing, about the world as a window and sometimes the window has cracks and bird poop on it, so you have to periodically clean it (ie keep the love flowing)...all HER words; fantastic. Anusuya read a piece from a book that had called her name from the bookshelf that afternoon, with an entry for every day of the year. When she looked up November 23rd, it was a story about two friends, one daring and one rooted in the truth and past. They helped each other grow, but at one point the daring one wanted to go out further and explore beyond what the other one could handle, so they parted and it was very sad, but over many lifetimes they eventually found their way back to each other.
I'm so grateful that it didn't take us lifetimes to find one another again. What we've accomplished, especially in the past year, has astonished me, given me the belief in the ability to awaken, rebuild, and heal. After our little ceremony, Anu led us in a ritual re-potting of a plant, that asked us all let go of something we were ready to put in the past (we wrote these on paper and buried them in the soil to decompose) and made space, psychically, to bring in something new, which we all shared with each other so we could be accountable to one another.
We celebrated with bubbly and Mexican wedding cookies, shared our wedding album from 2001, and the girls performed a dance piece. (George slept the entire time and it was best that way.) We created a moment that had everything it needed and nothing we didn't, and meant the world to our family."
Posted by Leah Perlingieri at 10:04 PM