Mr and Mrs...

We did it! Here are the cliffsnotes:

We had our relaxed, delightful, achingly gorgeous, simple, sacred wedding, in the late afternoon sun on Kauai, surrounded by close friends and family. The wind blew, the sun shone, there were tears – yes, and laughter – much laughter. There were surprises throughout the day.

We moved the reception dinner, to an open-air terrace with a waterfall and pond at the edge, a pond inhabited by a pair of mated white swans. This site had always been our indoor backup and we decided earlier in the week to make the change from the garden venue.

On the Sunday, we left for our honeymoon. While it was a trek to get there, we enjoyed our stay on the tropical island of Mustique, surrounded by coral reefs and turquoise waters. We ate (too!) well, and came back tan and relaxed, reveling in our married-ness.

Now we are home, adjusting to much lower temperatures (30 degrees lower!), and carrying the glow of what we have done into our everyday lives. (Ed told our next-door neighbour that we will be newlyweds for at least a year.)

In the next while, I will post the story of our wedding time (with pictures!) and vignettes from our honeymoon. Right now, I am waiting on pictures from our various photographers. Once they arrive, look for the posts to be frequent and colourful.

The photo above is our program. We included this quote inside:

For one human being to love another human being: that is perhaps the most difficult task that has been entrusted to us, the ultimate task, the final test and proof, the work for which all other work is merely preparation. Loving does not at first mean merging, surrendering, and uniting with another person – it is high inducement for these individuals to ripen, to become something in themselves, to become world, to become world in themselves for the sake of another person; it is a great, demanding claim on them, something that chooses them and calls them to vast distances.

From Rilke’s Letters to a Young Poet (1934)

The quote on the vellum on the front:

Does the song of the Sea end at the shore
or in the hearts of those who listen to it?
~Kahlil Gibran