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stormdogI just powdered the downstairs carpet with a layer of baking soda-based odor eliminator, went into the basement to use the single working toilet of the house, and now, while I'm I'm waiting for the bane of the postal system (white powdery substance) to work it's magic on the rugs, and for the tablet I'm prepping for sale to my brother to format, I thought I'd stop a moment and reflect.
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laureth and murstein's wedding was wonderful. Andrea and I knew next to nobody there except the bride and groom (winternova being a notable, and pleasant, exception), but we still were very happy indeed to have been witness to such a beautiful ceremony. I managed to nearly fill the two gigabyte memory card that I bought for the occasion with hundreds of pictures of the bride, the groom, and a couple dozen people I'd never met before. It was truly joyous. As I get the chance in the next week or two, I'm going to burn all the wedding pictures to DVD and send them out to Michigan. I hope I managed to capture some good memories.
My love and I really enjoyed our trip out eastward. We got to revisit a few rest stops that we well-remember from our trips back and forth to see each other while we were dating. (Yes, it really is possible to wax nostalgic about a highway rest stop. Such is the excitement that is our lives.) We drove through Ann Arbor so we could pick up our wedding present for the happy couple; a gift certificate to The Oasis, a wonderful open-air hot tub garden. Oh, how we miss The Oasis. We even dropped spontaneously by on our way home to see if we could squeeze an hour in the tubs in to our trip; alas, they were all occupied, which is not surprising on a Saturday night.
The drive through Ann Arbor took us through the University of Michigan campus, and as I drove past the diag, I couldn't help but think of a certain magical Fall night, when the wonderful girl I'd moved four hundred miles to be with just a few weeks before took me to the city for the first time to walk through her old familiar territories. I don't quite know how to put into words the way I felt; walking across the lamp-lit courtyard through the autumn leaves that blew from the trees to dance like fairies in the air around us, looking into the eyes of the girl who stood next to me, eyes so deep and powerful and alive that the vast and unending beauty of the night sky above was no more than their paled reflection, as we pledged our love to each other. They were words we'd said many times before, but that night in Ann Arbor they were more than mere words; they were the final invocation of a ritual composed of the whole of our evening. Our talks as we walked through downtown, our laughs as we explored the book stores and coffee houses, our whispered affections as we leaned close in to each other to look through the store windows: these were the opening incantations of a rite of love, of life, of new birth. Our lives were beginning a transformation even more dramatic than the one that surrounded us in every fallen leaf and every gust of cool October wind, and there in the university courtyard, the words we said to each other became a culmination of the power and beauty of the turning of the wheel of seasons, of the peace and love that seem to resonate through the downtown streets on a quiet Ann Arbor weekend, and of the months that this amazing person next to me and I had spent getting to know each other, falling in love, and preparing for our life together. I can't say what words they were exactly; like any words of true magic, they remain in mind only long enough to speak them. But I can say this; what passed between us that night was magic of the deepest and truest kind. That moment, and a rare few others of it's kind, are what make me a believer, and none can tell me I'm wrong.
Along with the happy remembrances of the trip, there was discussion of the future. In fact, we ended up in a discussion that lasted half the trip home and extended into the next morning. Things are changing in our lives, and we along with them. We told Laureth and Murstein that despite the wonderfully untraditional nature of their wedding, it still managed to be more serious than ours; their vows did not make any mention of Mapquest. Ours, on the other hand, involved a pledge to provide guidance to each other through places where even Mapquest was no help at all. Perhaps that was not so silly as it might have appeared. The past and future course of our relationship is not covered by Mapquest, Google, or even Rand-McNally. The scribbled guides left by past explorers can't account for the fact that the terrain is different for each and every traveler on the journey. But all the worry and frustration and fear, and the talks we have to work through them, only reinforce what I've always known; I am helplessly in love with the woman I share my life with. I am so very blessed to have found her, and to be hers. She is my star, who I traveled eastward through danger and uncertainty to find, and I am forever hers.
Happy un-iversary my dear one; may there be many, many more.
Having the chance to see
laureth and murstein's wedding was wonderful. Andrea and I knew next to nobody there except the bride and groom (winternova being a notable, and pleasant, exception), but we still were very happy indeed to have been witness to such a beautiful ceremony. I managed to nearly fill the two gigabyte memory card that I bought for the occasion with hundreds of pictures of the bride, the groom, and a couple dozen people I'd never met before. It was truly joyous. As I get the chance in the next week or two, I'm going to burn all the wedding pictures to DVD and send them out to Michigan. I hope I managed to capture some good memories. My love and I really enjoyed our trip out eastward. We got to revisit a few rest stops that we well-remember from our trips back and forth to see each other while we were dating. (Yes, it really is possible to wax nostalgic about a highway rest stop. Such is the excitement that is our lives.) We drove through Ann Arbor so we could pick up our wedding present for the happy couple; a gift certificate to The Oasis, a wonderful open-air hot tub garden. Oh, how we miss The Oasis. We even dropped spontaneously by on our way home to see if we could squeeze an hour in the tubs in to our trip; alas, they were all occupied, which is not surprising on a Saturday night.
The drive through Ann Arbor took us through the University of Michigan campus, and as I drove past the diag, I couldn't help but think of a certain magical Fall night, when the wonderful girl I'd moved four hundred miles to be with just a few weeks before took me to the city for the first time to walk through her old familiar territories. I don't quite know how to put into words the way I felt; walking across the lamp-lit courtyard through the autumn leaves that blew from the trees to dance like fairies in the air around us, looking into the eyes of the girl who stood next to me, eyes so deep and powerful and alive that the vast and unending beauty of the night sky above was no more than their paled reflection, as we pledged our love to each other. They were words we'd said many times before, but that night in Ann Arbor they were more than mere words; they were the final invocation of a ritual composed of the whole of our evening. Our talks as we walked through downtown, our laughs as we explored the book stores and coffee houses, our whispered affections as we leaned close in to each other to look through the store windows: these were the opening incantations of a rite of love, of life, of new birth. Our lives were beginning a transformation even more dramatic than the one that surrounded us in every fallen leaf and every gust of cool October wind, and there in the university courtyard, the words we said to each other became a culmination of the power and beauty of the turning of the wheel of seasons, of the peace and love that seem to resonate through the downtown streets on a quiet Ann Arbor weekend, and of the months that this amazing person next to me and I had spent getting to know each other, falling in love, and preparing for our life together. I can't say what words they were exactly; like any words of true magic, they remain in mind only long enough to speak them. But I can say this; what passed between us that night was magic of the deepest and truest kind. That moment, and a rare few others of it's kind, are what make me a believer, and none can tell me I'm wrong.
Along with the happy remembrances of the trip, there was discussion of the future. In fact, we ended up in a discussion that lasted half the trip home and extended into the next morning. Things are changing in our lives, and we along with them. We told Laureth and Murstein that despite the wonderfully untraditional nature of their wedding, it still managed to be more serious than ours; their vows did not make any mention of Mapquest. Ours, on the other hand, involved a pledge to provide guidance to each other through places where even Mapquest was no help at all. Perhaps that was not so silly as it might have appeared. The past and future course of our relationship is not covered by Mapquest, Google, or even Rand-McNally. The scribbled guides left by past explorers can't account for the fact that the terrain is different for each and every traveler on the journey. But all the worry and frustration and fear, and the talks we have to work through them, only reinforce what I've always known; I am helplessly in love with the woman I share my life with. I am so very blessed to have found her, and to be hers. She is my star, who I traveled eastward through danger and uncertainty to find, and I am forever hers.
Happy un-iversary my dear one; may there be many, many more.
