And so, this happened: Still trying to find words for the last few weeks. There will be a bunch of them. And they still won’t be enough to cover it. For now, I want to share proof of our Double Docs wedding. (Thanks to The Invisible Man, and our friend Dan, for the photo.) And what did you do on June 15th? …
I have a confession to make. I have not been planning/dreaming of my wedding since I was six years old. There are no scrapbooks, files, dog-eared wedding magazines from the ‘80’s. The first and only time I made any kind of short-lived scrapbook, I glued my fingers together. True story. Two and a half years ago, I began to picture myself married. To Sarge. Being married, that is. Not the wedding. And so, when we began to discuss what the…
Dear Readers/supporters of our mawidge, And so, on Friday, Sarge and I were sitting around talking wedding music with my Dad and Anne. Our song is ‘The Book of Love’, and that’s what I’d like to walk/roll/whatever down the aisle to. (We’d like to get piped out after the deed is done, but that’s possibly another post.) The thing is this. I like the Peter Gabriel version: And Sarge likes the Magnetic Fields’ original: And so so, we…
