One year ago, at around 3:13 pm, my Piano Man and I exchanged our vows while encircled by a handful of people very close to us. It was a day ruled by love, music, food, smiles…
This doesn’t mean that the ceremony went smooth. Doing things while your hand is tied to another person’s hand is difficult: we dropped a bowl of raspberry dressing, we cleaned up the mess together; my Piano Man couldn’t tie his shoes, I helped him; I stepped on some mint and my feet began to itch, he washed them for me… We made it work, and laughed madly while we were at it.
Getting handfasted was a natural thing; a comfortable thing that made us more…
…much more and greater than we were before.
The Little Princess was a star. She changed her dress 3 times, and danced like a lunatic.
My Boy kept us smiling, and made me dance like a lunatic.
Papi was quiet, shy… and quite handsome, if I may say so myself.
My Piano Man’s Mom was wild. She danced probably as much as the Little Princess.
My Piano Man’s Dad did a lot of smiling, and danced even though his knee was killing him.
At the head of the ritual, helping us tie the knot (literally) were two great men, whom we chose because of their huge hearts and our admiration for their love for each other.
My maid of honor, more like a sister really, might beat me senseless for sharing this picture. But I will take the pain, just so I can show you the glow of her smile.
Meet my Piano Man’s best man, one of his best friends. Can you tell how much he adores the other lady in the picture? Yep, we were surrounded by pure love.
After one year handfasted to my Piano Man, I can’t predict what the future might hold for us; but my witchy senses tell me that regardless of what it might be, my husband and I will walk towards it together…