So this post was a little harder for me to write than the first
After the Wedding post. I guess maybe I didn't fully understand the prompt ;) So I asked Mr. Potion for some help.
Initially, I was going to write about our cupcakes. We had
cupcakes instead of a traditional wedding cake- red velvet, carrot cake, and chocolate- and Mr. Potion and I shared a chocolate one for the traditional feed-each-other-cake bit of the reception. Because we didn't have a top tier of the cake, and because it would have been a logistical nightmare to get any cake all the way back to
Northern Virginia from our Alabama wedding, we didn't have any "wedding cake" to eat on our first anniversary. We spent our first anniversary
in the hospital, welcoming Baby Potion into the world, and that night, our moms picked up some grocery store cupcakes with chocolate frosting so we could have our little anniversary cake moment. Since chocolate cupcakes are pretty easy to find no matter where you are, I figured we can celebrate every anniversary the same way.
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"But maybe I shouldn't write about that," I said, as we discussed the topic of this post, "because that was just an arbitrary decision I made without asking you."
"Well, that perfectly encapsulates our relationship, then!"
Ha, Mr. Potion. Very funny.
No, instead, I'd have to say that the most memorable part of our wedding day was a sort of inside joke between the two of us that happened when
we said our vows. As we were leaving the reception and driving off to the honeymoon, we were talking about how we'd each been a little nervous during the ceremony, and, as it turns out, we were both afraid of messing up the vows, even though we had chosen the "repeat after the priest"-style.
Mr. Potion had joked that he was going to say, "I, Mr. Potion, take you, Miss Potion, for my
awful wife,"- instead of
lawful wife. We didn't rehearse the actual vows at the rehearsal, so he never had a chance to pull his prank, but as we stood hand-in-hand, gazing into each other's eyes, the word
awful dominated his subconscious. He had every intention of reciting his vows properly, but now his joke was coming back to bite him and he was afraid he was actually going to say
awful. Thankfully, he managed to say the right words, and nobody had any inkling of his inner struggle.
He wasn't the only goofball in danger of screwing things up, though.
For some reason- I will never know why- as
Father Ninja started feeding me my vows, my brain started saying, "DON'T SAY WIFE, DON'T SAY WIFE!" Out of nowhere, I had this terrible fear that I was going to say, "I, Miss Potion, take you, Mr. Potion, for my lawful
wife," instead of
husband. (
I'm the wife, he's the husband!) I don't know why I thought I was going to mess that up, but in those few seconds, as my subconscious chanted "DON'T SAY WIFE! DON'T SAY WIFE!" all I could hear was the word
wife rushing through my ears. Much as Mr. Potion thought he was doomed to an
awful marriage, I thought I was doomed to take a
wife instead of a husband! Fortunately, I managed to maintain full control over my tongue and properly vow to take Mr. Potion as my lawful
husband, even as my heart hammered against my chest.
Though we didn't know it until afterwards, we had both approached the altar to say our vows in a state of fear that we were going to mess it up. We never lost sight of each other, however, and we escaped the wedding unscathed.
That's a bit of a dramatic way of putting it, but when you think of it that way, this moment really does encapsulate our relationship. Though we may joke around, we both take our roles as wife and husband very seriously, and there are times when we both are afraid that we're in danger of screwing it up. If we hold onto each other, and never lose sight of this love- this messy, imperfect, constant work-in-progress love- we're not going to screw up, we're going to succeed.
But those cupcakes really were delicious ;)
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