It was a Christmas wedding, nine years ago today. There was just enough snow on the ground from a storm two days prior to make the pictures pretty, but nothing on the roads to interfere with travel. There were poinsettias and candles, a Christmas tree and a roaring fireplace. Everything was white and green and red and perfect. We could not have asked for a more beautiful or a more perfect wedding.
December 7, 2002
For better or worse, in sickness and in health, ‘till death do us part.
“For better” and “in health” lasted almost exactly two months, when the “in sickness” and “for worse” decided to take over for a few years – first me, then Gregg. I can’t begin to tell you how many people asked us why we stayed married with all the suffering. They knew other couples who had been through similar things and just got the divorce. It was so much easier to not handle the other person’s problems.
For better or worse, in sickness and in health, ‘till death do us part.
Renewing our vows for our 5th anniversary
We both got better. “For better” and “in health” have won out over “for worse” and “in sickness” over the past few years, but that took a lot of work on our part. Gregg is an amazing person and wonderful husband who I hope one day will get to be a terrific father. We have made it together to this point because of our love and commitment to each other. He never ceases to amaze me – whether he’s teaching the smallest kid on the baseball team how to play catcher or scaring the daylights out of the teenagers at the local haunted house for Halloween.
Yes, we had the perfect wedding. I like to think so, anyway. And during that perfect wedding, an imperfect woman married an imperfect man to produce a marriage that, while imperfect, is filled with love, laughter, and the promise of a beautiful future.
