At the alter stood my intended, smiling widely. He had a ding on his forehead. The day before, he had slammed his skull into an overhang at my sister's house. Then he informed me that it was actually my fault that he had injured himself, because I had called him from the other room.
Fifteen minutes later, we were hitched. A dozen years later, we stand on the other side of home ownership, a cross-country move, four miscarriages, multiple dogs and cats, and most life-altering of all: parenthood. The kid gets mad when she sees photographs from our wedding. "Why wasn't I there?!" she fumes.
I'm not much of a poet, but I thought I'd share the poem that was read at the wedding:
I'll fold up my heart
Like an origami bird
And present it to you
And sometimes you'll unfold it
You won't remember
How to get it back
Just the right way
Or you may press it too tightly
As between the pages of some
Too large tome, until
It flutters and bounces into focus
And me, I am collecting
Here is the night I asked you to dance
Here is the moment you sank to one knee
Here is the day of hopeful promises
Together we have spun ourselves
Into something familiar, yet not overly so
My friend, my valentine, my husband
Encircling my heart in a band of gold
Happy anniversary, handsome. I still dig you. But please know that when you kick the bucket, I am still planning to sell all of your comics for one dollar. Cheers!
I don't know why you say you aren't much of a poet. It's crazy. You're brilliant.