I love to cry at weddings

Okay, “love to” is an exaggeration, but no question I did cry when I saw TYG walking down the aisle. And pretty much steadily thereafter, though never so much it interfered with things.
Yep, the marriage went off Saturday, without a hitch thanks to TYG’s amazing planning skills and a LOT of help from our friends. My #1 goal on my 101 in 1,001 from 2009 and again in 2011 is now done.
It’s funny. I can completely understand why some people say it’s just a piece of paper and choose to do without it. I was completely committed to TYG before we had the ceremony; I honestly don’t think that’s changed.
But at the same time … it feels massive and transforming (in a good way). I’m not sure if it’s the effect of the formal ritual proclamation that our hearts are tied together, or the public aspect, the fact we’re proclaiming it in front of everyone who matters to us (invitees who couldn’t make the event excepted). Or just the fact that there’s a label to put on the relationship: Going from boyfriend/girlfriend to “engaged” had that kind of effect, and I think Saturday’s wedding does too.
Or maybe it’s partly the sheer daring of asserting that she and I will love each other forever, when it so often doesn’t work out that way. But seeing so many couples among our friends who’ve made 12, 20, 30 or 40 years gives me confidence I’m not wrong.
Even though it doesn’t change the way I feel, it’s a big deal.
I have much more to say, and now that I’m (I think) back on a regular posting schedule, should manage to say it soon.
But for now: TYG, I love you, and I’m so happy I can call you my wife.