I don’t think there’s much point in trying to keep the date of the wedding a secret. (Greg was concerned about me announcing when we’d be out of town — ever since the break-in it’s seemed like a good idea to exercise a bit more caution around here — but it turns out that a couple of good friends of our will be staying in our house while we’re getting married that weekend so I’m not too worried about revealing the date anymore.)
I’m going to marry Greg Boose on July 19th.
That’s less than two weeks away. And there’s still a lot to do. Most everything is done — our families have been wonderful about just taking over and making decisions and coming up with ideas and that’s just fine with us. We still need a spot for the rehearsal dinner but I think I have it pretty well narrowed down. And Greg and I are still on a hunt for the perfect little hotel where we can stay together the night of our wedding — we’d love to take the ferry out to Martha’s Vineyard after the reception and stay overnight there. Oh, and we need wedding bands. And I need a rehearsal dinner dress. And shoes.
But the most important thing to do yet is work on the ceremony itself. Although my uncle is a minister and has performed plenty of weddings, I still want to plan out the majority of the ceremony. What we say and do in those moments are very important to me. I have a lot of ideas and have been making a lot of notes and combing over in my head all the meaningful wedding ceremonies I’ve attended. (If anyone wants to share any ideas for ways to make a ceremony meaningful or personal or even just suggest readings or poems or candle rituals, I’d love to hear about it.)
Last Friday we had the most wonderful yoga party on the deck with about 20 people in attendance. (Check out our write-up all about it on She Wrote, He Wrote.) And on Saturday I took Greg to see my favorite hospice patient — a 95 year old retired revered that I’ve been visiting every week for 6 months now. He’s been the most wonderful father-figure in my life these last months and every week our time together never ceases to calm and restore me. On Saturday he gave us a blessing for our marriage and told Greg several times what a lucky man he is and they just don’t make ’em like me anymore.
On Saturday night we hosted an 8 person dinner party out on the deck. My dear friend George Ducker was in town from LA and he came over in the late afternoon and we drank mimosas and ate brie and crackers and the three of us caught up on all our favorite topics. Later some of Greg’s friends who were also in town joined us and I made grilled pork tenderloin skewered with country bread and bacon, potatoes gratin and grilled asparagus and we ate out under the stars with the trees whispering above us and ever so often I took a deep breath and reminded myself to take these moments in, to be present, to be here, to love appreciate and be grateful for all that my life is right now.
Watching fireworks by the lake on the 4th of July: