Love is not a piece of paper.
It isn’t a party to say “I do!”
Love is the feeling when he walks in the room,
It is the hand resting on my knee.
Love is not a day to show and tell,
It is definitely not dressed in white!
Love is a kiss goodnight,
It is a tight cuddle in the morning light.
Love is not a box to check off on life’s long list,
It is certainly not improved with a walk down the aisle.
Love is my heart, my words, my actions.
Love is my life with you!
I wrote this poem a couple of years ago. Although my feelings on love have not changed, I might have signed that piece of paper last year.
As I suspected, it hasn’t changed much. Other than having to check married instead of spinster on Hong Kong documents and it has made travel a lot easier with our daughter.
Our wedding day was a pretty comical affair.
The ceremony lasted 5 minutes, maybe less.
The marriage hall had a few fake flowers sprouting from century old flower pots, a row of faded red chairs and a little wooden table at the front of the room.
The officiant was all business.
She told us what to say and where to sign. There were no I dos. No exchanges of rings. No family. No white dress.
It was simply a few close friends that we have met in Hong Kong witnessing Jeezy and I read the strange vows from the placard.
Our talented friend took a few pictures in a park near the Marriage Hall and we celebrated with a casual lunch and cupcakes
We were home within a couple of hours for a quick nap and went on with the remainder of the day together.
I think sometimes we get pressured into inviting everyone we know and feel the need to spend thousands on a special day.
I think it is important to know that you don’t have to have all the bells and whistles to still have a really memorable day.