More on Shylo’s wedding
The other day, I mentioned my friend Shylo got married, in a wacky prom-themed wedding.
Although she writes too infrequently for such a good writer, she has written about her wedding on her blog:
People commented on the vows, saying they were geniune and clever. While Brian put his to paper, i knew if I did that i’d just cry through the whole thing. So I just thought about what I’d say and said it. I remember looking at the ceiling. I know I cried. But here’s about what I said, plus a bit of what I forgot to say:
A few weeks ago, we had the perfect day. We got up early and I made you breakfast. And you always like what I make and always eat it with thanks. And then we got coffee at that place that’s always too hot. You know exactly how I like my coffee and make it kitty-friendly. Then we went to the MCA, in the middle of the MusiCircus and all of the noise and spectacle. We enjoyed it all, thoroughly excited by the energy in the museum. And then our walk down Michigan Avenue in the rain, so much like a French film. You kissed me in the rain. We went to that playground by my office. And there was no sound except for the fountains, just the phenomenal skyline and the swings. We went up and down in perfect rhythm, enjoying the moment. Then we happened through Millennium Park, where Barenboim was rehearsing. We sat and listened and just enjoyed the harmony. And it wasn’t all perfect, but it was so close to perfect that I recognized – in the moment – how special that day was. How peaceful. And in a life not always full of peace or harmony or happiness, I was so pleased to be there will you.
Do you promise to give me the room and time I need to grow to be the person I want to be?
Do you promise to be patient with me, always, even when I’m not patient in return?
Do you promise to remain active, always searching for new ideas and experiences?
To each question, Brian responded, “I promise I will try.” We thought that was honest, a standard to which we could rise. I hope to always try, though I know that sometimes I won’t succeed.
That sounds both wonderfully realistic about marriage while being wonderfully romantic at the same time. A very good start.
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Ditto. Very warm and sincere. Makes me want to hug her too.
Comment by Patty — October 16, 2005 @ 20:19