"Sex is good, but not as good as fresh, sweet corn." ~ Garrison Keillor
We know it borders on cliche to say this, but it's hard to believe one year has passed since we wedded at St. Luke's on the Lake. Two thoughts come to my mind as I think back on twelve months of married life.
One: It's nothing like in the movies.
Two: It's harder and gooder than I imagined.
Mike Mason, in The Mystery of Marriage, says marriage is beautiful, exotic, utterly resplendant and a profound contemplation of God's love, "but also, let's face it, it is at times an enormous inconvenience." I like that. I honestly didn't know my ego was so resilient, so inventive. But I also didn't know how resilient forgiveness was. Neither do I think I fully comprehended how much of a divine gift humility is.
And I also didn't quite comprehended how powerful and deeply needed hope was, not just for married life but for life on earth.
So many things I didn't know at the tender age of thirty-five.
Our wedding a year ago on January 20, 2008 was a ridiculously wonderful beginning. We're glad we said those vows. We can still taste the laughter of the occasion in our mouths. And our hearts are so, so, so, so, so grateful for the village of family and friends who are walking with us and helping us learn how to love--learn how to love not out of an abstraction or ideal but in en-earthed, sanctified ways. We need it.
We're also quite pleased at how celebratory the whole country is today. It's very touching. We're going to pretend they're all happy we got married on this day.
But it's a pretty stinking historical day for the US presidency. "Wow." That's my op-ed for the day.
We leave you then with a few off-beat pictures from a year ago today.
The more one-fleshy, but sometimes still two-fleshy, but yearning for whole-one-fleshness,
David and Phaedra
(St. Luke's on the Lake)
(It was a beautiful thing to have both my father and brother-in-law officiate our wedding.)
(Greg Lowry was one of our many talented musicians leading us in worship.)
(Our august wedding party sitting in the "choir")
(Having just said our vows both Phaedra and I got very, very weepy.)
(And then we were happy.)
(Family and friends raising a ruckus right after the ceremony.)
(Some mad dancing took place afterwards. In the middle is my sister Stephanie who was awesomely pregnant at the time.)
(And yes, Garrison Keillor's quote made it on to one of our cakes. How could we resist?)
(This pictures cracks me up. I look it at and think, "Well, there goes Phaedra practicing her X-Men powers on me. She's totally pulling a Jean Grey.)