#Reverb10 Day 15: 5 Minutes

Note: This is the fifteenth in a month-long exercise called Reverb10, where bloggers reflect on the year before and think towards the year ahead. The idea is to post daily, based on the day’s prompts; let’s see how well I do.

Prompt: 5 minutes. Imagine you will completely lose your memory of 2010 in five minutes. Set an alarm for five minutes and capture the things you most want to remember about 2010.

My wedding. My wedding. My wedding.

That’s it, really. There are other parts of the year that I remember, some with fondness, some with a bit of sadness, but the main thing that I want to crystallize in my mind about 2010 is that it was the year that I married the man I’ve loved for years, the year I learned what true partnership was, and the year that I decided, once again, that the solution to not getting the work that I want was to go out and make it for myself.

Which reminds me… I’m launching another business! The notebook project that I’ve been hinting about on Twitter and Facebook (and occasionally on this blog) is going to be up and running within a few days… just in time for me to land a full time gig! Things are going to be exciting.

Reverb10 Day 3: Moment

Note: This is the third in a month-long exercise called Reverb10, where bloggers reflect on the year before and think towards the year ahead. The idea is to post daily, based on the day’s prompts; let’s see how well I do.

December 3 – Moment. Pick one moment during which you felt most alive this year. Describe it in vivid detail (texture, smells, voices, noises, colors).

The week before my wedding, I was a complete wreck. I hadn’t been sleeping, had barely been able to focus on anything, and we were still dealing with logistical issues between the camp and making sure our families could figure out where the camp was. Up until the moment I walked down the aisle, my nerves were shot. It wasn’t until I got down there, and saw the eyes of my husband, that I finally realized I was going to be fine.

The weather was more perfect than we could have imagined; a soft breeze, unseasonably warm, but not so hot that we were all sweating bullets. The ceremony space was set up in a huge ampitheatre with a view of the lake, with a bit of music (frantically put together on a CD the night before we left for camp) playing softly as guests sat down. I was in peacock blue, with bright red shoes and a dark orange flower in my hair; Nick was in a blue suit with a peacock blue paisley tie. Both of us started crying almost as soon as I got down there. Our officiant and friend Joanna read a beautiful ceremony that she’d created just for us, and I could see the look of incredible pride in my parents’ eyes from the moment we started the procession to the end of the wedding.

I can honestly say, in my entire life, that I never thought I’d have a day like that day. A child of divorce, it wasn’t until I actually met Nick and had been with him for a while that I’d even considered myself the marrying kind. Now that the day is over, and Nick and I have happily settled into our married life, I couldn’t have asked for anything more.

Wedding photos! Finally!

Hoping that these are actually coming through now. Spent some time today cleaning through my Flickr stream to steady the flow a bit. My friend Sam Morse took these – an amazing photographer stationed with the Air Force in Masawa, Japan. We were lucky enough to have him fly all the way from Japan to be with us that night, and we love him that much more for it.

Dude. I’m f***ing married.

Wedding was amazing. I wanted karaoke, dancing, and firespinning. We thought that there was no way we could fit it all in. But then, it happened. My officiant (and ex-roommate, and wonderful friend) Joanna’s lovely new Friend that is a Boy came with firespinning equipment, and put on demonstrations on Friday and Saturday night, another friend put together a bunch of songs for us, which still another friend worked into an amazing playlist that had me dancing for hours, and my father brought his crazy collection of karaoke discs, the books and the karaoke system for a rocking karaoke night. Turns out that Nick’s family is very into karaoke – we had about half the family on both sides rocking it out until past midnight.

I could not have asked for anything more perfect. And of course, I was a weeping mess with a shit-eating grin on my face for the vast majority of it. And the couple of things that were a bit baffling, in retrospect, are completely hysterical – and very typical of my life.

All I can say is, I am incredibly blessed.

Spending the next day or so getting ready to fly to Italy (hello, goat cheese workshop!), but will post pictures from our amazing photographer (who’s also a good friend) when they happen.