My Wedding Day

On July 13, 2002, my dad dragged me down the aisle. Quite literally. I was all set to go, and worried that Leif would faint or vomit or something in front of everyone, because he hates being in the spotlight. I usually don’t mind it. To say the least. 😉

So. I was good. I had professional hair, makeup, eyebrows, and all 20 nails were French-polished. I had on a gorgeous dress that I loved, that was on sale, which made it even better. There was a chapel full of people waiting to watch me walk down the aisle on my dad’s arm and give me away to the man that I wanted to spend my life with. My best friend.

Leif was my best friend in the entire world. He knew everything about me. He was my shoulder to cry on when I went on bad dates. I knew everything about him, and even listened to his work stories that I didn’t even understand because I don’t understand computers. But we were just friends.

Seven months before I put on that white dress, we watched Life With Mikey. I have no idea why. But that’s the movie that we watched. When it ended, he leaned over and kissed me. I hit him. And then I said three words that changed everything.

Do it again.

So he did. And we kissed. For a while. And then, this man that I loved more than life itself, but only in a platonic fashion just the hour before, asked me to marry him.

I said yes.

Seven months later, I stood at the top of the mile-long aisle, on my dad’s arm, and looked down to my groom. He looked like he was going to have a hernia of happiness. And the only thought that ran through my brain at that second was, “Where the FUCK are my car keys? There’s still time!”

My dad clamped his hand over mine on his arm, and led me to Leif while Pachelbel’s Canon in D played on piano and violin. I remember snippets.

Who gives this woman to this man?

Do you promise?

With this ring, I thee wed.

I now pronounce you husband and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

My feet hurt like hell. The very first thing I said to very new husband?

These shoes were designed by Satan.

Leif rubbed my feet. We took some pictures. The heels of my Satan shoes sunk into the damp earth. I. Was. Freaking. Married. It was a blur. What the hell did I just do?

And then the reception. Someone announced our entrance.

Please welcome Mr. and Mrs. Erikson!

And then it was right. There we were. A team. The two of us against anything anyone could throw at us. We made the rounds and laughed and talked and had a heck of a good time. It was ok. I knew I’d picked a good one.

There have been a time or two over the last nine years where I’ve wondered where my car keys were. But I’ve never gone to find them. I just look to my groom and keep on trudging. And then come the moments when I realize this is the best decision I’ve ever made. We hold hands and kiss and laugh and look at our babies and pray and drink wine and play cards and enjoy friends and support each other and try to enjoy the hell out of this life.

Happy ninth anniversary, my groom.

And Dad? Thanks for dragging me down the aisle.

I don't even remember this. But it was the best thing I've ever done.

Comments

  1. I remember. It was beautiful. I also remember you were both so dang young. But I’m glad it worked out. Because it has. You two are forever. Happy anniversary. And the good part is that you will be empty-nesters super young and you can travel the world. :)

  2. Laurie Gates says:

    Jenny, I love that story. I had never heard it before. And that looks like a pretty great preacher you got there too :)

  3. This is awesome! Car keys? Nah.

  4. The story’s a bit less beautiful now, with two innocent children growing up in a broken home.

  5. feministhater says:

    Funny! Haha!

  6. alphatangofoxtrot says:

    Since “G-d” is listed first at the top of the webpage, perhaps His place might be moved lower, what with the divorce and broken home. What say you put “wine” first?

    Oh, and the placement of “family.” You might want to…oh, you get the idea.

    http://dalrock.wordpress.com/2013/12/03/trapped/

  7. Sounds like she never wanted to marry the guy in the first place!

  8. You are going to become famous Jenny. “You know, after ten years, she divorced him, took all his money, the children and the house; and she knew well inside that she was going to do that from the beginning”. “She pulled a Jenny? Wow, never saw it coming”.

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