My nephew took the vows this weekend.
Not to enter the priesthood--he got married.
At the rehearsal, I was annoyed with myself for feeling so jaded. I know that weddings are just the right environment for incubating all kinds of Hallmark cheesy moments, and ordinarily I go with it, but this time...
Part of it is I don't know the bride well, and I am not sure if I ever will. (or if I even want to)
Part of it is--these people, most of them, were in their mid-twenties, if not older. Surely, they'd seen a wedding or two in their time. How hard is it to walk down the aisle, take your places, have a mock ceremony, and let us get to the rehearsal dinner, where hopefully a glass of liquor can be found? Were four (or was it five?--lost count) run-thrus really necessary?
By the end of the night, I was totally happy to lie down. We were staying at a Motel 6 not too far from the festivities. It's okay that there were no frills there, we really just needed a crash pad with a bathroom. They left the light on for us, and that was about it.
We have a king-size bed at home, and I eyed the double bed (postage stamp) warily. I sleep like the dead, usually, and Mr W sleeps like the Princess and the Pea. I knew he'd be a little cranky the next day, between my snoring and the elbow to the ribs he was sure to get by midnight.
In our bed, even though it's big and he's always waaay over theeeere, I am always aware of his presence. But I'm aware of it being waaaay over theeeere. You have to roll over to touch.
This time, sleeping like the dead didn't happen for me. Aside from some bizarro dreams, I was surprised...
..surprised that in this bed, I was aware of Mr W's presence all right. All night long, I knew where he was, even if I wasn't all the way awake, I could reach out, and touch him easily. Which happened often, because every time I moved, our proximity made me do it.
At some point in the morning, I woke up and went to the bathroom, and when I went back to bed, I got comfy and realized that we were spooning.
It was surprisingly effortless, no pulled hair or 'ow, my arm'. Sweet!
We chatted a little, and then I realized that this closeness, while very nice, was going to present a problem very soon (mainly because we were sharing a room with the kids, of course.)
For once, I was grateful for the ever-consistent cold hotel shower.