It’s kinda’ weird that I am reciting this rhyme in my head today; maybe not, considering that I am marrying the man of my dreams in less than 48 hours.
To be sure, I have the “something old” in spades; I mean, jeepers, I am 55 so, yeah, I got that covered by virtue of my age alone, LOL! Something “new” came in two tiny Tiffany’s boxes – which are also blue! – so, another check mark on the list. Since I am pretty much a jeans-and-tee-shirt kinda’ guy, I am actually “borrowing” a blazer to wear from one of my dearest friends. Another item off the list. And finally, something “blue” – maybe some cute undies with blue trim? It is my wedding day/night after all…
I am excited. I am nervous. I am giddy. I am overjoyed. All those things and maybe I even am a little bit “un”-something. At first, I thought I was uncomfortable but that isn’t it at all. That wasn’t the right word. Then I thought the word might be uncharted, since I have never actually been married before, but that word didn’t feel right either. Finally, I settled on unfamiliar, because the whole process seems – and no offense to any of my heterosexual allies out there – the whole thing seems so “straight” to me.
Don’t get me wrong – I LOVE LOVE LOVE my guy and want to marry him more than anything, to get old with him and spend my forever with him. It’s just the whole process of “marriage” – well, it needs a bit of tweaking for gays and lesbians. Even the forms we filled out needed some altering. But it’s all still pretty new and maybe I just need to be a bit more patient both with the whole process, and with myself.
I do know this – that in THAT moment, no matter what else has been said, in the moment when the I hear the marriage officer say, “You may now kiss your spouse,” I know my heart will explode from all the love that is waiting in there. And – old, new, borrowed, blue aside – THAT is the moment I will be waiting for.