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day 7

Posted on: 23 February 2011

Your dream wedding.

The truth is, I didn’t really enjoy planning my wedding. It turned out fine, near-perfect even, but planning it was mostly a gigantic pain. I was never one of those girls who dream about their wedding day. I think it crossed my mind once, maybe twice, as a teen.

And then I was the first in my peer group to cross that threshold.

Orchids and roses. Lavender and ivory, silver and crystal. High ceilings and open spaces and natural light. Modern romantic. Laughter and love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anyway. A wedding is one day. Marriage is a lifetime.

  • waking up before my cell alarm
  • brisk spring sunshine
  • cinnamon buns and dark chocolate scones
  • tentatively laying out some big plans for this year
  • giving out trinkets from Dominica and St. Maarten
  • bonding time with our youth
  • promptly solving Eric’s compass puzzle
  • comfortably full after a Taiwanese bistro dinner
  • whole life policy application
  • clients had a cat
  • sweet encouraging text messages
  • feeling sleepy at a reasonable hour

I can still feel the ship moving under my feet. Pitch and roll, pitch and roll. Though not as much as the first day back.

Last fall, Kevin’s good friend and mentor from Minneapolis invited us on a ten-day eastern Caribbean cruise. Something about accumulated credit card points. We’d sort-of-not-really cruised once before, a brief two-night sailing tucked into our honeymoon in 2008. It was a timeshare promo thing. The ship was old and cramped, and last I read it had been sent to the scrapyard.

A good first cruise, since we had nothing with which to compare it. But nothing like the Celebrity Equinox. She’s breathtaking.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I don’t think I really believed it was for real until the week before departure. Then I blitzed about, reading everything I could think to find – reviews, weather forecasts, deck plans.

It was a dream.

Snorkelling in St. Thomas. Souvenir hunting in Basseterre, St. Kitts. Swimming in Barbados. Cavorting in Middleham Falls in Dominica, a rainforest monsoon drenching us on the hike there and the Caribbean sun drying us off on the way back. Sifting for shells in Philipsburg, St. Maarten. Dancing with Sandor. Balmy air and pearly sunrises. Silken waters and silver coastline and blue, blue horizon.

 

 

 

 

 

I’m not usually reluctant to be back from vacation … there’s always been a sense of, “Ah, that was fun, but it’s nice to be home.” This time, though, I MISS EVERYTHING. And I feel kind of idiotic because obviously it’s the cruise line’s objective to build this alternate reality for me, why is it so hard to wake from the dream?