Beyond words
I spent almost 3 hours looking through all my favorite literature to find a quote or some words that could help express how I feel at the moment. Whitman, Lawrence, Shakespeare, Snoop Dog, Jeremy Clarkson ... I just couldn't find anything that was anywhere close.
Yet this was such a momentous event that I fear my own scribblings could not do it justice, they were inadequate to convey how fundamentally mind-blowing yet strangely comforting it was.
How deeply and quietly right it feels, for Jo and I to be married.
In a way I was thankful there was no such thing as "writing your own vows" in the wedding we had, because I really don't think I would able to put into words what this means to me. How does one express the promise to always be the one that holds his hand, that tells him the truth, that cares enough to nag, that requires him to hug on demand, that always has a shoulder for him, that he can count on?
Neveen transcribed a lovely poem for us from Sex and the City, as a mini-homage to my journey from New York. Even that, while touching and eloquent, wasn't enough.
We watched Michael perform the history of Jo and I knowing each other, in playback. I loved it but it was still missing something (despite being able to bring me to tears).
We were young brash devil-may-care-world-is-my-oyster kids when we first met. Then, adults that have gone through life-changing experiences when we met again. A lifetime of events had occurred in between, the years did not disappear. Somehow they made us more interesting to each other, and in a strange way, more daring to try because we each knew better what his/her true mettle was. There was truth, and strength, and courage of conviction, to hold hands and take that leap - not of marriage, but of love. The terrible beauty of love, which survives messy living abode, bachelor pads, all-night mahjong marathons, junk-food diet, body odor, control-freakness, workaholism, business travel, interfering parents, among other things.
Fast forward 3 years and on October 28, 2007, Johann and I were married. It was an eventful day that marked the end of an eventful year punctuating a milestone in our eventful lives, as the beginning marker of our life in the future.
Strangely, it feels like it should have always been like this.
Yet this was such a momentous event that I fear my own scribblings could not do it justice, they were inadequate to convey how fundamentally mind-blowing yet strangely comforting it was.
How deeply and quietly right it feels, for Jo and I to be married.
In a way I was thankful there was no such thing as "writing your own vows" in the wedding we had, because I really don't think I would able to put into words what this means to me. How does one express the promise to always be the one that holds his hand, that tells him the truth, that cares enough to nag, that requires him to hug on demand, that always has a shoulder for him, that he can count on?
Neveen transcribed a lovely poem for us from Sex and the City, as a mini-homage to my journey from New York. Even that, while touching and eloquent, wasn't enough.
We watched Michael perform the history of Jo and I knowing each other, in playback. I loved it but it was still missing something (despite being able to bring me to tears).
We were young brash devil-may-care-world-is-my-oyster kids when we first met. Then, adults that have gone through life-changing experiences when we met again. A lifetime of events had occurred in between, the years did not disappear. Somehow they made us more interesting to each other, and in a strange way, more daring to try because we each knew better what his/her true mettle was. There was truth, and strength, and courage of conviction, to hold hands and take that leap - not of marriage, but of love. The terrible beauty of love, which survives messy living abode, bachelor pads, all-night mahjong marathons, junk-food diet, body odor, control-freakness, workaholism, business travel, interfering parents, among other things.
Fast forward 3 years and on October 28, 2007, Johann and I were married. It was an eventful day that marked the end of an eventful year punctuating a milestone in our eventful lives, as the beginning marker of our life in the future.
Strangely, it feels like it should have always been like this.
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