Friday, July 9, 2010

Summer 1985: Setting the Date

In the summer of 1985, I was newly engaged to Peter, whom I’d only met in April. It felt right; we loved each other and we kept discovering ways in which we complemented and completed one another.

We were both elated with our newfound happiness, although my elation also incorporated a large element of surprise and disbelief. We told our friends and family members, one after another. Each telling made it more real, to me at least.

I was telling the story to people at work, and saying I didn’t know how we would possibly plan a wedding for the fall with everything else we had to do. A colleague mentioned that he and his wife had been married privately, and they simply threw a big party a month later for friends and relatives. A light went on.

In late July we went to dinner with my best friends, Carol and Michael, so they could meet Peter. We were having a great conversation when Carol asked, “When are you getting married?” We answered, “Early October, in your living room.” Their looks of surprise were priceless, but the recovery was even better. Carol said, “Then we’d better put a rush on the new carpeting.” The first weekend in October was Michael’s birthday and they had reservations out of town, so we agreed instead on the week before: Friday evening, September 27.

Now we had a date, and lots to do: shop for a ring, find someone to officiate, look at reception sites, start a guest list, plan for my move into the townhouse. Someone had told us that the true test for any couple is whether you can survive wallpapering. We decided to wallpaper both bathrooms. We had fun making the choices and we were both meticulous in our work. Once we figured out how to work together instead of each taking charge, things went fine. Another excellent sign!

I’ve never told him this, but for a number of years I’d been hearing a voice in my head. When I would look into the mirror in the morning, fixing my hair or makeup, the voice would say, Do you love me? It had probably started some time after my mother died in 1980. I tried answering yes, as in yes, I love my self, but the voice continued to ask…until the summer of ’85, when I noticed one day that it wasn’t asking any more.

13 comments:

Jeanie said...

It sounds like you knew that you had found something that gave you an inner peace that you had not had before.
I love the idea of a private wedding with a party a while after.

Teresa Evangeline said...

I'm shedding more than one tear. I cry easy, but that is so wonderful. So glad you wrote about it. I find it very encouraging. Thank you.

Emma said...

Oh, wow. I love the part about the voice in your head. That is too cool.

Kathy said...

Such a lovely story. :)

FabuLeslie said...

Sounds like a delightful way to get married! I am hoping my sister will do this sometime, since she and her bf have been procrastinating because they don't want the big to-do of it all. This is a great solution.

DJan said...

Talk about "meant to be" as a reason for getting married. It sounds like you two had always been together but just hadn't had a chance to meet yet. :-)

Cheryl said...

I still can't look in the mirror and say yes.

Early July to the end of September? You think that's a rush? Pikers! We decided on a Monday night and the deed was done on Saturday afternoon.

My favorite part of this post is the wallpapering. I nearly went insane doing a room by myself. I'd have killed anyone who got in my way. To be able to do it together? Wow, woman. Just wow!

The Good Cook said...

Lovely. Just lovely. I enjoy these installments immensely!

Far Side of Fifty said...

I think you are soulmates just like Far Guy and I..I love your love story:)

gayle said...

This is such a wonderful love story!!

Grandmother said...

Because loving yourself is the basis for loving someone else. Love this married love story!

Leah Rubin said...

I so love this! It took Jeff and me 5 1/2 years to take the plunge after 20-year (me) and 25-year (him) marriages had ended badly. Your story is so different, and so totally happy and upbeat that it just tickles me so!

Moral: happiness: good.

Hooray for second chances!

xoxoxo,

L.

Krista said...

It's a very good sign that you can wallpaper together. ;o)

This installment was just as great as the rest. I am really enjoying reading your story and it continues to give me hope!

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