Dat Dweam wiffin a Dweam

Three years ago today Neil and I were married. We got engaged in March of that year and I immediately began procrastinating planning our wedding. I knew that I wanted a destination wedding, but I did not know where, how, or when. My initial thought was Ireland in October. I had visions of a romantic castle wedding. Unfortunately, the logistics of pulling off that dream were just too much for us. So, I began to look into Mexico. It offered us the convenience of being easily accessible to all of our family members located across the country and was much more affordable, a relative term here, because it was still no cheapo deal.

We finally nailed down the date for the wedding, January 21, 2006, somewhere around mid-November. There's nothing like forcing loved ones to go on an expensive trip on short notice. Lucky for us, pretty much everyone was game and not once has anyone held it over my head. Not even my mom, and she LOVES that sort of thing. (Just kidding, Mom, love you!!)* The only downside was that we would have to jump through a bunch of hoops for our wedding in Mexico to be legal in the US. To simplify things, we decided to get married at the courthouse here first and then have the "real" ceremony with friends and family in Cabo San Lucas.

Because I didn't want the legal ceremony to be a big deal, we didn't invite family or friends (except for Aparna**) to come. It was just to be us. No rings, no dressing up, no pomp. My parents had planned a visit to Baltimore for the first weekend in December and on the Tuesday of the week leading up to it, Neil and I decided that we might as well do it on that Friday, December 2nd, so we could have a mini, wee, petite celebration with my parents at dinner that evening.

On the day of our wedding, I went to work like any other day. I don't think I even told anyone. I was quite serious about keeping it on the down low. At lunch, I left and met Aparna and Neil at the courthouse. Despite the fact that I KNEW this was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, I was vibrating with nerves. All I could think was, "we're really doing this, we're really doing this!" I had prepared myself for the January wedding date, but I had only had a couple of days to come to terms with this.

We went up to the window and got our number. There were several other couples awaiting their turn. All of them had large groups of people with them and most were elaborately decked out in wedding finery. One groom wore a purple velour tuxedo. Purple Velour! You could probably have powered a small city if you could harness the static electricity pouring off that thing. I have absolutely no recollection of what his bride wore, but I think it is safe to say it was nowhere near as garish as her soon-to-be husband's attire.

I felt conspicuous just the three of us in our everyday clothes and I began to regret my decision to play this down, because it WAS a big deal. Despite my denials of the importance of this ceremony, this was the one that counted in the eyes of the law. There was no turning back now, though. Finally, after an eternity of 45 minutes, they called our number and we went into the small Astroturf and fauxliage covered room that served as the setting for weddings.

We took our places in front of the podium and the woman began to walk us through the vows. When they came to the part where we would exchange rings, the woman looked up from her sheet and asked us if we had rings. I began to say "No" because we had not planned to exchange rings until the ceremony in Mexico. But before I could get the word out, my beloved said "Actually..." and pulled out two velvet boxes. I wish I had a picture of myself in that moment, because I am quite certain my jaw hit the floor. I was absolutely stunned. Unbeknownst to me, he had gone out and gotten us matching white gold bands for the occasion.

It was the most wonderful, romantic gesture and exactly the thing to make that day, the day that wasn't supposed to be a big deal, into the memorable occasion that it should be. Now we celebrate both of our anniversaries and they are BOTH special to us.

Happy First Third Anniversary, hunny bunny!

*I'm not really kidding, but don't tell her that. Shhh.

**Aparna is my bestest friend in the whole world and has been a part of every major, and minor, event in my life for the last 20 years. I couldn't have kept her away even if I'd wanted to.