We’re married! The wedding was wonderful! The guests danced, ate, drank, and otherwise made merry! I have NO pictures yet! (but as soon as we get them, I’ll start posting stuff)<\/p>\n
As wonderful as the whole evening was, as great as our first dance was, as lovely as Amy looked in her wedding dress, the hands-down best moment of the evening came after we left the venue.<\/p>\n
The photographer wanted to shoot some pictures of us outside, with Jackson Square in the background. When he was done, Amy & I walked over to our hotel, passing the Cafe Du Monde. A ton of people were having late-evening beignets and coffee at the open-air cafe. Someone saw us in tux and gown and shouted, “Congratulations!”<\/p>\n
Then another. Then another. Then the entire cafe was applauding and congratulating us as we walked by. I stopped and gave Amy one of our great husband-and-wife kisses, which led to a great cheer from the cafe-goers.<\/p>\n
It was magic.<\/p>\n
Wedding bonus:<\/em> Here are the readings we asked our friends Scott and Cecily to perform before we got to the vows:<\/p>\n Amy’s reading<\/strong><\/p>\n Excerpt from a 1950s home economics textbook titled<\/em> The Good Wives Guide<\/p>\n Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready on time for his return. This is a way of letting him know that you have been thinking about him and are concerned about his needs.<\/p>\n Prepare yourself: Take 15 minutes to rest so you’ll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking.<\/p>\n Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it.<\/p>\n Over the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering for his comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction.<\/p>\n Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to see him. Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first. Remember, his topics of conversation are more important than yours.<\/p>\n Your goal: Try to make sure your home is a place of peace, order and tranquillity where your husband can renew himself in body and spirit. Don’t greet him with complaints and problems. Don’t complain if he’s late for dinner or even if he stays out all night. Count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through that day.<\/p>\n Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or have him lie down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him. Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low soothing and pleasant voice. Don’t ask him questions about his actions or question his judgement or integrity.<\/p>\n Remember, he is the master of the house and as such will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. You have no right to question him.<\/p>\n A good wife always knows her place.<\/p>\n –Author Unknown<\/p>\n A Word to Husbands<\/em><\/p>\n To keep your marriage brimming –Ogden Nash<\/p>\n Gil’s reading<\/strong><\/p>\n Laughter<\/em><\/p>\n Take bread away from me, if you wish, Do not take away the rose, My struggle is harsh and I come back My love, in the darkest Next to the sea in autumn, Laugh at the night, –Pablo Neruda<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" We’re married! The wedding was wonderful! The guests danced, ate, drank, and otherwise made merry! I have NO pictures yet! (but as soon as we get them, I’ll start posting stuff) As wonderful as the whole evening was, as great as our first dance was, as lovely as Amy looked in her wedding dress, the … <\/p>\n
\nWith love in the loving cup,
\nWhenever you’re wrong, admit it;
\nWhenever you’re right, shut up.<\/p>\n
\ntake air away, but
\ndo not take from me your laughter.<\/p>\n
\nthe lanceflower that you pluck,
\nthe water that suddenly
\nbursts forth in your joy,
\nthe sudden wave
\nof silver born in you.<\/p>\n
\nwith eyes tired
\nat times from having seen
\nthe unchanging earth,
\nbut when your laughter enters
\nit rises to the sky seeking me
\nand it opens for me all
\nthe doors of life.<\/p>\n
\nhour your laughter
\nopens, and if suddenly
\nyou see my blood staining
\nthe stones of the street,
\nlaugh, because your laughter
\nwill be for my hands
\nlike a fresh sword.<\/p>\n
\nyour laughter must raise
\nits foamy cascade,
\nand in the spring, love,
\nI want your laughter like
\nthe flower I was waiting for,
\nthe blue flower, the rose
\nof my echoing country.<\/p>\n
\nat the day, at the moon,
\nlaugh at the twisted
\nstreets of the island,
\nlaugh at this clumsy
\nboy who loves you,
\nbut when I open
\nmy eyes and close them,
\nwhen my steps go,
\nwhen my steps return,
\ndeny me bread, air,
\nlight, spring,
\nbut never your laughter
\nfor I would die.<\/p>\n