By Dr. Wittman
Barefoot, with a homemade dress and flowers from the local farmer’s market, my Beloved and I got married in my parents backyard on a beautiful Wisconsin Saturday.
Our story is unique and crazy, deep and perfect.
And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.
Guised as a Summer Solstice Soirée, our wedding was a surprise to everyone except my parents and siblings (who found out a couple weeks to a couple days before- I needed their help to pull this off!)
Being a surprise (!), many people thought I was pregnant- sorry to disappoint! Not yet!
The wedding announcement…
Following many loving, Midwestern perfect hugs, we excitedly scurried upstairs and changed into our wedding attire.
At the last minute I opted to go barefoot. The second best choice I made that day, behind marrying my Beloved.
When he and I first started seeing each other again, I was living in Syracuse. One evening, after a long day at work, I drove through a white-out New York blizzard to get the perfect journal to chronicle our crazy, beautiful story.
I hoped and prayed that one day he would read my words on our Wedding day.
Over two years later, that happened.
My Uncle/Godfather lead our intimate ceremony in a wonderful, heartfelt way. My brother next to Beloved, and my sister next to me.
The surprised and delighted guests were our closest family members, who stood by, unwavering, through cloudy days and dark nights.
A sibling’s love runs deeper than the ocean, stronger than the tide.
May the blessings of love be upon you. May its peace abide with you. May its essence illuminate your heart. Now and forever more.
My dear friend flew in from New York and joined my family all weekend; sharing in emotions, cooking incredible food, and aiding my mom, sister, and I in beautifying every detail of this homemade wedding day.
More than half a decade ago…
I choose you, to be my friend, my lover, and my spouse. I would choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you. I promise to respect you in failure and in triumph, to care for you in sickness and in health, to nurture you, and to grow with you throughout all the seasons of life.
Thank you, Tom and Cinda, for raising the man of my dreams.
Namaste, Amen, Aho, Sat Nam, Hallelujah, Om.