When I was in New Hampshire earlier this month Ben and I attended an art exhibit that my grandfather had a few pieces in. While I was admiring the vivid colors in one striking picture of crows, the artist came up and introduced herself. When she found out my husband was at the gallery with me, she promptly informed me I don't look nearly old enough to be married - (thanks, I had no idea). Her next question surprised me, coming from a woman I'd met two minutes earlier. She took my arm, leaned in, and in all seriousness asked, "Well, are you happy?"
The short answer, which I gave the aging artist, is, "Yes."
The longer one is that we've been married for almost three years, and those three years have changed the word happy for me. Not only am I so often "happy," like I was before we got married, but my capacity for happiness, for joy, has increased.
As we drove back to Ohio from New Hampshire, I put on some songs from our wedding playlist, and let us reminisce. I love looking back to our wedding day, to the start of our road together. We were so innocent. I knew so little about what I was getting into, but I was better prepared than I could have guessed. The songs take me back to that newlywed love, that pure immature devotion. I love Ben more now than I did that warm August evening dancing to Lee Brice, but I love him differently - more wholly, but maybe less blindly.
side note: A childhood best friend and photographer gave me the very best wedding gift: a disk of 800 images from our wedding about a month and a half later. She captured some of the candid moments my photographer missed and I love this second perspective of our day. All pictures (with two exceptions) from her.
There is little that can take me back to those few weeks leading up to the wedding and the magical day itself than the songs we'd send back and forth while we were apart and the ones we danced to surrounded by friends and family. We spent the five and a half weeks before the wedding two thousand miles apart (and it seemed like a lifetime!), and with different schedules, we relied a lot on Facebook. I loved waking up to the words of a poem he'd written the night before or a loving response to the song I'd sent. Part way through that month him a CD which better described the loving and missing him than my words could (it may or may not have included "Kiss Me Through the Phone" - I don't include that on our wedding summer playlist anymore ;).
Here's a playlist that takes me right back to the summer of 2011:
First Dance: I Thought I Loved You Then
Daddy-daughter Dance: I Loved Her First
Our Song: Ben re-worked the lyrics to "A Drop in the Ocean" and sang it while playing the piano at our reception.
For more wedding pictures you can click here.
What songs do you share with your guy?
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