walking mama in...
walking mama in…
reading D the wedding poem
reading D the wedding poem
Mr. and Mrs.
Mr. and Mrs.

Mama C is now Mrs. Mama C.

It was a joyful, profound, and deeply loving day. Our magnificent and remarkable seven children and our extremely dear and supportive family and friends made it off the charts memorable.

It signifies, I imagine,  the greatest shifting moment in my life second only to Sammy being placed into my arms. (By the time Marcel arrived, my knowledge of myself as a mother was fully under development…).  To become a wife, in my case anyway, may possibly be one of the most radical things I have ever done. How can that be?  I am working on a piece about this for the Huffington Post.  When I publish it, I will link to it here. Suffice it to say, I have plenty of material.

Even with the transition back to full-time-everything around here (Shrek and I have seven jobs between us, and the boys are at two different schools, with six after school activities between them) we are still deeply dropped into the mystery and ease of this being married thing. This weekend we were able to take a “mini-moon”, a term I coined to describe what newlyweds with seven children between them do, to have a nano second to say; “That was an incredible wedding. I am the luckiest person in the world. I love you too. Goodnight. Want another cup of coffee? We have to be back to the soccer game by noon. Can you start the car?” We went to the lake. It was perfect.

I had to be at work at 6:30 this morning to set up for writing group. Lunches were in the fridge, everyone’s clothes were set out, and the the coffee maker with two individual cup holders had my husband’s coffee waiting for him when he woke up after I left.

It’s all very familiar. It’s all very new.

 

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