April 12.
In the throes of planning my
Second wedding.
I saw a headline about the
150th anniversary of the start of the Civil War,
Which reminded me:
Seven years ago,
Destination wedding in London.
Giggling,
Drunk,
In a London pub,
Over the fact that I was getting married on the
Date the first shots were fired on Fort Sumter.
Now,
With three weeks to go before I marry Joe,
It irritates me that I would be writing about my
First wedding.
The implication being that I’m somehow
Not over it.
(Although when you have kids together,
You never talk about “being over it.”
You just figure out how to
Get along day-by-day.)
In planning this wedding,
Joe and I both say it occasionally:
“At my first wedding…”
At first I cringed when I said it,
Or smiled apologetically at Joe,
Who was smiling apologetically at me.
Then it just became a joke.
The apologetic smile turned into a smirk.
We’re weathered.
We’ve lived.
We’re vintage.
Bought once new and discarded,
Only to turn up as a
Find
On the rack
By someone who
Gets
The little details:
The fine stitching,
The unusual buttons.
When you have kids together,
These exes will
Always
Be
Around.
Sometimes you wish they would
Go away.
(Or in a moment of face-twisting anger and fear,
Worse.)
But they
Never will.
Interactions with my ex are
Calm and even
Friendly
Now.
Still,
I can hope that April 12 someday signifies the
Start of the Civil War only,
Which it was long before
Me and my
Dramatics
Came along.
Nice! You’ve got such an easy style. Warmest thoughts your way on your wedding!
I agree, your style flows so easily. I’m always left reflective, having been given a well communicated insight or perspective. Thanks.