I can’t believe I’ve been married nearly a year. Wow. And what a year it’s been. There are so many remnants of our wedding still around. Two days ago I finally threw away the aisle runner that I walked down at the church. I’m not sure why I kept it for 51 weeks just to toss it out.
I’m excited that in one week I’ll finally be able to free up space in the freezer and eat our top layer of cake. I think normally the top layer of a wedding cake is small, but ours could feed about 30 people. I’m not sure why we kept the ENTIRE top layer, but we did, including the decorative coffee cup that sat on top. I’m not even sure if that part is edible.
Then there’s the issue of my wedding dress. My beautiful, expensive, wedding dress. It spent 50 weeks or so crammed into my husband’s closet. He has more available space than I do in any of my three closets. I think you are supposed to have your dress professionally cleaned, wrapped and boxed. But since we moved last week my wedding dress has been laying on a chair in the workout/dog kennel room.
I am torn between being a sentimental person who feels obligated to cherish things like your wedding dress or aisle runner and being completely against holding on to anything that has no useful purpose. Even when my husband lost his wedding ring, I wasn’t completely crushed. I know that these are just things but it’s still hard to let go of anything that is tied to that beautiful, wonderful, perfect day 51 weeks ago.
This has been the summer of traveling and change, for sure. In the past month we have gone on a tour of the Carolina’s on mopeds, moved to a new house, sold our old house, and most recently, took a trip to the Outer Banks of North Carolina. A dozen friends chipped in to rent a beach house. We worked on our tans, made dinner together and shared some memories. Overall the trip was great, although is started off pretty rough. After being on his finger 11 months, 14 days and about 11 hours, my husband’s wedding ring decided to spend some time at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. Apparently the chilly water caused Tim’s ring finger to shrink and a rough game of ocean football made an easy escape for the ring. I will admit, I cried a little. Not because I was mad at him, it’s just kind of sad when you think about the symbolism and sentimental value a ring holds.
After some prayer, and communal sadness my husband and I decided that somehow this would turn into a great story that I will write about and then sell for lots of money in the future. Until then, we spent the rest of the vacation drawing rings on his finger with permanent marker.
Waving at The Point in the Outer Banks
While the loss of the wedding ring was kind of sad, we did make some very happy memories in the Atlantic Ocean. Like this one where we decided to be a little crazy. You can probably tell what we are holding in our hands, but before raising our swimsuit flags in the air, we made sure no one was near. I think that’s why when we saw this picture we were surprised to see two men not far behind us and that one of them seems to be revealing far more than my husband and I did. So although my husband left his ring in Kitty Hawk, we took plenty of memories back home with us.
My hands hurt. My arms hurt. My back hurts. And it’s all from one of the most dreaded activities among Americans: moving. Since my husband and I are only moving across the street (yes, across the street) we couldn’t justify hiring a moving company. So instead we enlisted the help of a half dozen of our closest friends. All together we made about 100 trips across the street and back, dodging some speeding traffic. The road we live on is well traveled and not always by the friendliest drivers. We were honked at, yelled at and teased, but after four hours of hard labor, we got the job done.
Tim and I just returned from a six day, two state journey over 1145 miles. Our Vespa trip was to raise money for Hydromissions. You can read all about it at www.2Wheels4Water.com. We raised over $3,000 to help bring water pumps to third world countries. While we feel like our trip was a success we sure are glad to be back!
Yesterday we were in Rock Hill, South Carolina where The Herald caught up with us for a story. The newspaper edition looks great, but we checked out their website and found this photo. Tim pointed out that it looks more like an artist’s rendering of us.