4.04.2006

Load of Laundry

Today I watched our wedding DVD and sent our videographer a very belated thank you note-- year and a half late, to be exact. Though it feels like ten.

I popped in the DVD and clicked over to the five-minute highlights section because I have no patience for the 2 hour long-form version. The montage was quick and upbeat, with adoring gazes flung right and left. I marveled at my husband operating in romance mode. I watched his bull riding self and his dazzling dance floor machinations. I watched him hold sparklers, and me.

The thank you note went like this:

Though we are remiss in sending this thank you note a year and a half after our July 2004 wedding, we hope you will consider its belatedness a testament to the fact that the wedding movie you created for us just keeps getting better with time. Thank you for this magical DVD that ensures our first day as husband and wife will remain a living, breathing memory for as long as we both shall live.

We truly adore everything about the movie, from the old-fashioned black and white fast forward effect during the montage to the hilarious bull-riding sequence. You caught all the moments we hoped you would, and then some.

Our family has already grown by one, and I know that our daughter will soon love the movie as much as we do. With our lives moving so fast now that it’s hard to stop and catch a breath, it is a special blessing to have this DVD to remind us of the importance of slowing down and reflecting on how it all began.


I honestly believe all that, though it doesn't tell the whole story. The truth is that the "wedding movie" (his terminology) is worth its weight in gold because it shows a new love unfolding--before it gets worn, spit up on, peed on, and covered in strained carrots, then thrown in the laundry pile where it will sit until the baby runs out of onesies and we can't find any clean socks. That is our love now.

If I was really feeling bitter, I could have told our videographer that. I could've waxed poetic with tales of wash and woe. I could've told him how our jeans don't touch, not even in the hamper. I could've told him that's where the real love story is, even though his artistic rendering of our wedding day is wonderful filler. If he really wants to make "movies," he should skip the receptions. Weddings are reality television; everything that comes after is real life.

5 Comments:

Blogger Mom101 said...

Weddings are reality television; everything that comes after is real life. Fantastic. Truly.

I love your opening sentence in the letter meanwhile. Way to spin an Emily Post Don't! Wanna write the one baby gift thank you for me that I forgot to write?

12:44 AM  
Blogger lynsalyns said...

Couldn't be more true. Our wedding day was one of the happiest of my life, if for no other reason than I didn't have to do any work at all!

The second time in two weeks that we had the stomach flu, my husband came into the bathroom at 2 am, held my hair back and said, "Don't cry, you'll feel so much better in a few minutes when its over."

THAT was reality, that was love. That was even better than sex.

You are spot on here.

8:49 AM  
Anonymous Kristen said...

I'm still waiting for my photo album (like I'd look through it anyway). The video is another thing, though... I love to watch (and so does my daughter).

6:12 PM  
Blogger gingajoy said...

it actually *is* ten years on for me. and, man, do i wish i had got myself a mechanical bull!

12:24 PM  
Blogger GIRL'S GONE CHILD said...

Wow! Great post. I want to frame the last two paragraphs and send them to EVERY one of my friends who decided to marry this summer. True that. Great words.

12:57 PM  

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