And here we are. As our faiths report: “Eternally us June 12, 2010” that remind us of it day after day. Today 12 June 2015 we celebrate our wooden wedding. I remember every emotion like it was yesterday. Yet things have happened in the meantime. The most important is certainly the birth of Spruzzetto di Sole in September 2011, our little brat. But today we celebrate.
Eternally us and our wedding day
It was a hot day in mid-June when we said “Yes“, that “Yes” that made us become a family. That “Yes” in which few now believe.
“After all, it’s just a signature…” Too often we hear people respond.
But that day I dreamed of it since I was a child, since when I played in elementary school with my boyfriend at the time and that white apron became the white dress par excellence.
And then the party to have fun and be together. A party, not a ceremony. There is its difference.
Yes, because I had my ideas and my “fixed” for that day.
For my perfect wedding, nothing in shiny fabrics that I hate and find not very elegant; no veil because I consider it a mockery towards those who still believe in the religion of this country and the fact of being a virgin; nothing insistent photographers who make you put every two seconds in ridiculous poses for a book with a crazy price but better the photos taken at random, of course, more true and meaningful than a thousand artifact images; no lunches in demanding locations that force you to stay “in the ranks”, better a mega party from aperitif to sunrise in a garden with ball music.
In short, my wedding had to be particular, different, out of the classic “rules” of everyone else.
So I found myself invitations representing a watercolor with me and my future husband that we run in a meadow with a simple sentence:
Together to be happy…
The favors made by me in heart-shaped boxes with two rose quartzs inside and a small poem attached with the explanation of the different meaning for each type of guest.
Best wishes in the newspaper from our dogs.
Best wishes received on a parchment by the Pope.
The arrival of my husband and friends on motorbikes.
My two bridesmaids.
The wedding celebrated in the afternoon in a tiny church of the most beautiful villages in Tuscany, Bolgheri.
The party organized in the home garden among candles, white roses and DJs.
Super organized and youthful catering with bartenders, donuts and croissants until 3 am.
The confetti table of every possible and unimaginable taste.
A huge cake on three floors, white, simple and surrounded by flowers.
The launch of the lanterns in the sky with our date written on it (who knows where and if someone then found them).
Then a video, but not the classic video that sent all our photos, but a video with the images of the Disney films under the song of Jovanotti “Kiss me again” with the final phrase “A kiss to you who are one of the wonders of the world “And not for us, but for the guests. Oh yes, I know it was our day, but it wouldn’t have been without all the guests who day after day lived with us our story, our love and believed in it. The least was to let them spend a good time to make them feel important.
In short, a nice party among scents of jasmine, oleander, roses and olive trees.
And I think I would like to remarry tomorrow to relive everything, to redo everything.
I also think that nothing has changed since then, that we are doing well, even more, and I hope to arrive at ninety years like this. With another 1000 wooden weddings to celebrate. With the same emotions, with that perfection that is given only and simply by our love, by living in 360 °, by our being together.
Even when we fight and in anger we will throw everything away, but then we realize how lucky we are to have each other and everything passes.
Wedding anniversary: our wooden wedding
So we came to the first 5 years of “Eternally us” (for the uninitiated, these words are taken from a letter by Ludwig van Beethoven for his anonymous “beloved immortal“). Our wooden wedding.
5 years flown.
I have nothing to complain about and no regrets.
It’s true, we are still at the beginning, the years ahead are still many (I hope) and sooner or later the habit will creep in if we are not good enough to prevent it, but for now we are still here.
In the face of those who thought I was not a “wedding girl”, in the face of myself that I am easily bored and the monotony of a 2 has always made me run away but now I can say “did”.
Still here as if it were the first day we met on June 15, 2007. In that place, with those two friends in common and that convict cocktail with a vulgar name. Rum Culer the first word I said to you. Zero romance, lots of laughter.
Just like that first time, when meeting us by chance, fate surprised us.
Because that’s how it happens most of the time. By chance, with a look and a smile.
When you least expect it and, perhaps, even when you think you’ve lost everything by now.
A wooden wedding where our password is to surprise us, always and in any case reinventing us and regaining us every day.
For now it works.
It works for us.
And for today, happy birthday to us.
It is thanks to you.
Thanks because you always know when to be silent and when to simply hold my hand. Thank you for forgiving me for not being your “past”, but know that since then I am and will certainly be your future. Thank you because your passion is splendid, your reassuring caress and your kiss, your smile, your little surprise are the things that remain and make my life with you happy every day.
Meeting was certainly a magic, but not getting lost will be our real fairy tale…
And also for this year we can say…
To be continued…