As I sit down to write this post I am overwhelmed by a few things.
1) The weight of the cliche of the next announcement I'd like to make. Now I understand why people like to make the next announcement only on the finest cotton rag in bed with intaglio plates at a pressure of a few thousand pounds with a couple of heavy wool sheets, just to soften the blow a little.
2) After wrangling with seasons, outdoor vs indoor, a specific budget, economic uncertainty differing preferences, two nice mothers, two busy families, our own ignorance/impatience/workload/age, opposing schedules, procrastination, recent marriage legislation that will take effect June 17th, fuzzy priorities (that are in the process of getting sharper), a room that is opening up in my house July 1, delicate religious sensibilities, the narrow options in a court wedding, and a rejection email from Seoul (Korea) Middle School all swirled together yesterday (June 4th) in a maelstrom of madness, frantic phone calls, desperate searching on County Clerks' websites across the region, tears, soaring emotions, online payments, calendar dates swirling and impossible to track and mad mad clicking. When the dust settled, a Wedding Date finally emerged, glowing, glorious, in the future like a hot asphalt mirage.
June 11th, 2008. We have exactly two more days where we can still "cancel for a refund." After that, the SF County Clerk doesn't mind whether we show or not, they still get the money.
The network that I breath in, of relationships, ties, obligations and love has never been so real and palpable. For the last 8 years I have lived nominally independently but now I feel like a trapeze artist who can enjoy her free fall because she knows there's a big fat mattress at the bottom of the arena that is turning an event that could be a disaster into something that is a thrilling and serious lark. Champagne!
PS. The county clerk is only allowing 6 guests (including witnesses) to the ceremony (four parents, three sisters and hopefully the KB can sneak in). If you did not get a frantic phone call from me yesterday, do not feel left out. Dutch and I are planning a church wedding/rocking reception for next summer, so keep an eye out on your mailboxes.