Tomorrow we will have been married 14 years. This picture, taken on the dock in front of our wedding reception after the thunderstorm had cleared, feels like both moments and a lifetime ago.
When Matt and I got married, a hundred years ago, I didn’t overly obsess about most of the wedding details (as you can see, I wore a ponytail and my dress was a sundress, notable only for the fact that it had a scalloped hem). The only things I really cared about were the songs and the readings. I cared a lot – agonized, even – about choosing readings for the service and also about our first dance song. Our readings were two: Cavafy’s Ithaka, and an excerpt from The Book of Qualities. Our first dance was to Maybe I’m Amazed by Paul McCartney and the last song we danced to before we left, on a small boat into the dark harbor, was Van Morrison’s Into the Mystic.
I thought of this yesterday when I was driving and Maybe I’m Amazed came on the radio. This doesn’t happen much – the song that Paul McCartney wrote for his wife Linda, while lovely, isn’t exactly on constant repeat on Kiss 108. I chose it, as is often the case when it comes to my musical attachments, for the lyrics. But really, when I read the lyrics now, I think I chose it for the title.
Maybe I’m amazed.
I couldn’t help thinking, as I drove, the setting sun chasing me home along the Mass Pike, that some part of the 25 year old me knew this would be, in many ways, the anthem of my life. It’s definitely no understatement to say that I have been startled, and continue to be, by how much flat-out amazement my experience contains. This life amazes me every single day, with its surprising beauty, with its stunning pain, with its lingering grief, with its enduring sturdiness. Of course I was thinking of my marriage, and my soon-to-be-husband when I chose Paul McCartney’s somewhat random song, but I think I also knew I was thinking of my life.
Of course Into the Mystic hits the same note, too. That’s what this life, is after all, isn’t it? A journey into the mystic, into a dark harbor, into a world lit by sputtering sparklers who consume themselves as they burn brightly, by fireworks whose flare leaves an imprint in the sky even after it fades. I am so often hard on my younger self, focus so resolutely on all the poor choices I made and things I did not do well enough. It is a welcome change to recognize that even in that young, impressionable bride there was a flicker of the future, an awareness of the themes that would come to define both my marriage and, most of all, my life.
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When Matt and I got married, a hundred years ago, I didn’t overly obsess about most of the wedding details (as you can see, I wore a ponytail and my dress was a sundress, notable only for the fact that it had a scalloped hem). The only things I really cared about were the songs and the readings. I cared a lot – agonized, even – about choosing readings for the service and also about our first dance song. Our readings were two: Cavafy’s Ithaka, and an excerpt from The Book of Qualities. Our first dance was to Maybe I’m Amazed by Paul McCartney and the last song we danced to before we left, on a small boat into the dark harbor, was Van Morrison’s Into the Mystic.
I thought of this yesterday when I was driving and Maybe I’m Amazed came on the radio. This doesn’t happen much – the song that Paul McCartney wrote for his wife Linda, while lovely, isn’t exactly on constant repeat on Kiss 108. I chose it, as is often the case when it comes to my musical attachments, for the lyrics. But really, when I read the lyrics now, I think I chose it for the title.
Maybe I’m amazed.
I couldn’t help thinking, as I drove, the setting sun chasing me home along the Mass Pike, that some part of the 25 year old me knew this would be, in many ways, the anthem of my life. It’s definitely no understatement to say that I have been startled, and continue to be, by how much flat-out amazement my experience contains. This life amazes me every single day, with its surprising beauty, with its stunning pain, with its lingering grief, with its enduring sturdiness. Of course I was thinking of my marriage, and my soon-to-be-husband when I chose Paul McCartney’s somewhat random song, but I think I also knew I was thinking of my life.
Of course Into the Mystic hits the same note, too. That’s what this life, is after all, isn’t it? A journey into the mystic, into a dark harbor, into a world lit by sputtering sparklers who consume themselves as they burn brightly, by fireworks whose flare leaves an imprint in the sky even after it fades. I am so often hard on my younger self, focus so resolutely on all the poor choices I made and things I did not do well enough. It is a welcome change to recognize that even in that young, impressionable bride there was a flicker of the future, an awareness of the themes that would come to define both my marriage and, most of all, my life.
– See more at: https://adesignsovast.com/2012/03/maybe-im-amazed-into-the-mystic-and-the-future-glinting-in-the-present/#sthash.yTf75xKe.dpuf
I wasn’t particularly focused on a lot of the wedding details (as you can see, I wore a ponytail and my dress was a sundress, notable only because I designed it myself). I am grateful that I got married before social media, particularly before Pinterest, which seems to teem with small details to obsess over while planning your wedding. I wanted blue and yellow flowers. The minister who married us came from Rhode Island, where he had been close to my grandmother, who had recently died. We had a buffet of slightly random foods chosen because we love them. I sewed blue ribbons into the hem of my dress on which my bridesmaids and close friends wrote messages. We had a guest book on a small table on which also stood pictures of both of our parents on their wedding days. We figured out midway through the reception that all seven of my mother’s bridesmaids were there: how remarkable is that? If you wonder where I get my commitment to long-standing female friendship, there’s a clue.
I was guided, as I so often am, by my own sentimentality.
One thing I cared a lot about was choosing readings for the service and also the song for our first dance. We had two readings: Cavafy’s Ithaka, and an excerpt from The Book of Qualities. Our first dance was to Maybe I’m Amazed by Paul McCartney and the last song we danced to before we left, on a small boat into the dark harbor, was Van Morrison’s Into the Mystic.
I chose it Maybe I’m Amazed, as is often the case when it comes to my musical attachments, for the lyrics. But really, most of all, I think I chose it for the title.
Maybe I’m amazed.
I can’t help thinking that some part of the 25 year old me knew this would be, in many ways, the anthem of my life. It’s definitely no understatement to say that I have been startled, and continue to be, by how much flat-out amazement my experience on this earth contains. This life amazes me every single day, with its surprising beauty, with its stunning pain, with its lingering grief, with its enduring sturdiness. Of course I was thinking of my marriage, and my soon-to-be-husband when I chose Paul McCartney’s song, but I think I also knew I was thinking of my life.
Into the Mystic hits the same note, too. That’s what this life, is after all, isn’t it? A journey into the mystic, into a dark harbor, into a world lit by sputtering sparklers who consume themselves as they burn brightly, by fireworks whose flare leaves an imprint in the sky even after it fades. I am so often hard on my younger self, focus so resolutely on all the poor choices I made and things I did not do well enough. It is a welcome change to recognize that even in that young, impressionable bride there was a flicker of the future, an awareness of the themes that would come to define both my marriage and, most of all, my life.
So, Matt, as we celebrate 14 years, thank you for walking beside me on this adventure into the mystic. I admit, I honor, and I declare: I am still amazed.
For the last few years, I have written one of my biannual posts about Matt on this day. The others are here: 2013, 2012, 2011.
Parts of this post were originally written in early 2012.