'Til Death Do Us Part
Our 2-year wedding anniversary is in 2 days. Yet it feels like just yesterday I was making the last minute touches to our vintage birdcage centerpieces. The weaving of the silk rose stems through the distressed bars, the fastening of the synthetic sparrow, and the placing of the ivory candle in the middle of the fluffed artificial bird’s nest were my afternoons before the Big Day. I think back and I remember my mother’s smile and her pure joyfulness leading up to April 25th. She had tears welling up each day – evidence of her mixed emotions – pleased that her daughter found a good man, dispirited that her work here is done. But is a mother’s work ever really done?
My dad grew more serious as the hours ticked by, closer to both the figurative and literal departure of his little girl from his arms.
“Wasn’t it just yesterday you lived in that little back bedroom studying for your finals? You know you can come back and live here if you want,” he would say, partially joking, partially serious. He was not ready to let me go, but is a father ever willing to let his little girl go?
I believe the best walk a girl can take is walking down the aisle.
Standing firmly under the pergola with a smile made for a lottery winner, my future husband. Arm in arm, dad began his stroll with his daughter as the harmonica opened Moon River.
Daniel and I locked hands the minute I made it to my destination. Our hearts beat out of our chests, yearning for the other. Verses recited, vows declared, and promises professed – an outward expression of an inward decision. We exchanged smiles and rings. The blending of two beings was symbolized by our joining of two different-colored sands into one glass vessel. All of the roads we travelled alone led us to this moment. We did not have to be alone anymore.
We could never be alone.
Not even ‘til death do us part. That is not where our commitment ends.
Death is just a peculiar introduction to the next life.
Where I will find him and he will find me.
Photos by Micah Carling Photography