A few weeks ago we received our wedding DVD. I didn’t want to watch it until everything was unpacked and we were settled into our new home.
I saw it as a prize at the end of the tunnel.
When we finally sat down to watch the video, my heart was filled with various emotions. I chuckled when I saw David and I laugh uncontrollably because of an inside joke during the wedding ceremony. I squirmed when I listened to my maid-of-honor timidly say her speech. I cried when David’s father stepped in to dance with me in absence of my father. Despite all the drama and dilemmas surrounding our wedding day, it was a day I will treasure for the rest of my life.
Distinct memories of our day are still fervent in my mind. I enjoyed our rehearsal dinner where David surprised me with a miniature birthday cake and beautiful earrings for my 30th birthday. I can still feel my heart dropping when my father told me my mother was in the ICU and that they would not be in attendance. I could still taste the sour patch candy I ate while my hair was getting fixed as my eyes were covered with an ice-cold towel to bring down swelling. I could still feel David’s hands wrapped securely around mine…when we said our vows and when I cried during my grandfather’s speech.
As the weather is changing, it’s making me more reminiscent of the great memories I experienced last year…from the preparation to the various parties. In the thrill of the stress, I miss that time. The colder weather, the holiday feeling and the shorter days make me miss the excitement of our wedding day.
Most recently we attended my cousin, Angela’s wedding. My mother and Angela’s mother, Grace, were best friends when I was a little girl growing up in San Francisco. As David and I prepared to eat Haitian food, which her mother prepared, I told him I had never tasted this ethnic cuisine before. However, as soon as the food hit my mouth, memories of my childhood came rushing back to me. Suddenly, I remembered visiting Grace at her home, playing with her children’s toys and running around the park outside of their house. How could I forget!
The single taste of Grace’s Haitian home-cooking sent my brain into overdrive.
As I sit here tonight, in my usual attire of pajama pants and sports bra…I’m reminded of the pregnancies I’ve experienced years before. It seems I’m always pregnant. And I am. After all, my first child came in January 2009, my second came in April 2010 and now my third will arrive December of 2011. I’m trying to take it all in. I want to cherish my blooming belly and the miracle occurring within. In the silent moments of my days, I like to recount the moment I saw each one of my son’s faces for the first time…
Every day I am surrounded by triggers that remind me of different memories in my life. Things I taste…things I see…things I feel…all shoot back at me so quickly. This October atmosphere will always remind me of the time David and I first fell in love years ago…when we took our road trip…and when we finally got married. Our love story has been a journey filled with fury, fun, but most of all….faith.