Well, surprise! We got married today! My parents and their spouses were there, my brother and sister-in-law, and my three girls. My stepdad officiated. We held it in the living room (what will become the library) in the new house, right in front of the fireplace. It was short (we still have no heat in the new house), but sweet and just right.
We had 3 readings. First, Hufflepuff read from Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116:
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Then Gryffindor read from Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix, by JK Rowling:
“There is a room in the Department of Mysteries,” interrupted Dumbledore, “that is kept locked at all times. It contains a force that is at once more wonderful and more terrible than death, than human intelligence, than forces of nature. It is also, perhaps, the most mysterious of the many subjects for study that reside there. It is the power held within that room that you possess in such quantities and which Voldemort has not at all.” Love. “In the end, it mattered not that you could not close your mind. It was your heart that saved you.”
“Working hard is important, but there’s something else that’s even more important: believing in yourself and each other. Look at it this way: every great witch, wizard, and wizarding family in history has started out as nothing more than we are now. If they can do it, why not us?”
Finally, Ravenclaw read from 1st Corinthians 13:
Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never ends.
We didn’t have our rings, so we’ll exchange those at the summer party we’ll have to celebrate the marriage and the housewarming together. We did make a ring out of rose petals, and stood inside it as we were pronounced man and wife. The girls joined us inside the ring, too, and we were proclaimed a family.
What was cool is that since my stepdad officiated, he was thinking about step-parenting, and we had special vows about step-parenting and had words including the girls in the ceremony. It was very thoughtful and sweet. I really liked it.
My mom did my flowers, and Hufflepuff was with her, describing my dress (my mom hadn’t seen it). Hufflepuff and my mom also made 2 lasagnas (gluten-free and gluten) and sausages and salad, and the cake. We had a lovely dinner at my mom’s house, and my dad and stepmom appeared to feel fully included and welcomed. They even brought the champagne and the sparkling cider. Out of everyone there, only 3 people drank the champagne. We’re definitely a sparkling cider family!
I’m intensely grateful for finding the perfect guy for me. I’m intensely grateful I found a guy who loves my daughters as if they were his own, someone Hufflepuff described as “my new dad”. The Chosen One was the perfect choice for me, the perfect person to be my co-parent and my support system during the rest of the time needed to finish raising these girls. We’re both geeky, we have similar interests (though he’s actually paying attention to the Super Bowl as I type this, and he is interested in sports), and we both value family time. He’s not a Mormon, but he is supportive of the girls and me attending church. If nothing else, it gives him 4 hours of alone time every Sunday morning!
I’m very lucky. Or, as my Nana R used to say, “I’m not lucky, I’m blessed.” She seemed to like him when she met him. I just wish my Nana M had met him. When she found out that he had studied Italian she decided he was probably good enough for me.