Maybe I should start doing these blog posts bit by bit. I get overwhelmed with life and writing and I hate being consumed in just one dimension or facet of my life. So I move around. Anyone that knows me "in real life" says I am random. We can be talking about one thing but I have so much to say that I move on... To another conversation.... One that we probably had a month ago but we are back to it... I, then will move us to another conversation to one that we had the month prior to that causing this randomness. Scientist call these patterns the Chaos theory so I tell myself it is not so random.
About Chaos Theory
Today is our wedding anniversary.
We said we do while I was 13 days away from the birth of our first daughter.
I figured anyone who wishes to marry me looking the way I did must be in love or crazy.
Neither reason sounded dull so I said I do.
While we were broke and stupid, scared and nervous.
We said we do. While I wore a maternity shirt from Kmart and a pair of flip flops from Forever 21.
I said... I do.
We exchanged silver bands that were made for us by a lapidary man. A man that charged us 12 dollars for each silver ring. My husband still wears his and I keep mine in a treasure box. My ring is too big for my fingers although it could be a special toe ring for the big toe only though. I love that ring and its a reminder of what he saw in me. As a photographer and at one point an ordained minister I've seen my share of weddings but I never saw a man more in love with his bride. At the Chatham County court house with a secretary and the custodian as our witnesses. No one we personally knew was a part of it. No maid of honors, bachelor parties or girls gone wild. No tossing of the bouquet or champagne toasts.
Many times we have thought about recreating the "real" wedding. A wedding with the pretty pictures where friends and families gather like the ones that I have photographed. A wedding to show those that doubted our love the dedication we have for each other and to our family. But something about marrying my southern boy in a courthouse while knocked up not a soul around to judge us made it very real. When he said his vows to me there was no ambivalence and such randomness can't be recreated...
Happy midweek peeps... Stay Sweet!