I don't remember very often that this is my wedding anniversary - 32 years ago. I am not married , yet I wonder about that younger part of me who decided to get married -
I am already pregnant - who needs this idea of marriage - who needs it? I don't think I do. But family is giving me a lot of opinions and pressure that this is important. In the shower on the morning of, I notice a lot of action in my higher awareness. As I step out to dry myself I am certain this has a vast spiritual content, not just the legal piece of paper we will go get signed and witnessed. Spirit is witnessing here too, phew.
A simple ceremony at the New York City court house in downtown Manhattan. With my dad accompanying me, we hail a taxi on the lower east side of Manhattan. It is taking forever, the ride down excruciating ssssssssslllllllllllllloooooooooooowwwwwwwww. We get confused by the two identical buildings - which is the right one? We climb the stairs to the first, there is nothing going on here, down the stairs and across the plaza to the other building, and up the stairs, to be met by panicy almost in-laws and my husband to be.
"Hurry, you missed your turn, but they are waiting for you!"
We get in, a bouquet of roses is thrust into my hands and we stand before the judge as he recites the legal vows, and we say "I do"
MOMENT BY MOMENT