12 of 12 for October 2009
Friday, November 13th, 2009So I’m finally getting caught up, and publishing both October and November’s 12 of 12 today.
October 12th was the final full day of six of the greatest days in my life—our wedding “weekend” in Nantucket, and there’s no way to do it justice here. That said, I do need to put the 12th of October in this series, so here it is.
After over a decade together, 7 years of them engaged, P & I had decided it was high time we celebrated our relationship in a formal way. We rented a house in Nantucket, and invited our four best friends to join us.
Monday morning, October 12th. We were officially married Saturday the 10th, but from Thursday to Tuesday was one long, beautiful moment. This bouquet of flowers from D&S, with us in different spots throughout every day, was one of many things that seemed to magically sustain that moment.
Of course, to all idyllic getaways an end must come. M&J would be leaving first… here they were getting in one last walk on the beach before breakfast.
So much of what made things special for all of us was both couple’s living testimonial to the power of a loving marriage…
…one glance at the look in D’s eyes here says it all.
The note that was sustained in the bouquet of flowers will forever resonate in our home through the gorgeous painting above S that she did for our wedding gift. And while we’re on flowers, the calla lilies in the foreground were in the ladies’ hands during the ceremony.
Here between my boutonnière and a shell I found on my wedding day is the gorgeous clock that M&J bought for us in Nantucket Town. On the clock’s face is the text Island of Nantucket and There Is No Time Better Than Now. On the back is a quote by the great transcendentalist Unitarian Ralph Waldo Emerson that echoed our own experience from the weekend: On The Seashore Of Nantucket I Saw The Play Of The Atlantic, With Coast Every Ware To A Fortune.
After breakfast, it was our first goodbye at the Nantucket airport…
…and after lunch it was the second one at the ferry terminal.
On our way back to our beach house we saw one of the Nantucket High School athletic teams boarding the ferry, and speculated about the logistics of that.
(P was driving while I took pictures. I was trying to get a good shot of her hair and the ferry, but I missed. Anyway, the hair looked beautiful, and the ferry was big.)
Strolling through town, we were in awe of this shop dog who never left his mat… and we missed our SquamDogs, who we agreed would never in a million years be able to do this.
Here’s a perfect example of never being able to do justice to a moment. Curious as to how our clock worked, we stepped into the shop where M&J had bought it. It took us a moment to believe it, but standing next to the clock display was the amazing woman who’d married us. She hadn’t been to town in months. To be given this serendipitous chance to say thank you in a personal way was just another example of the magic of the weekend. (I knew I wouldn’t be able to explain it in words. Oh well. It was cool. Believe me.)
Still reeling, we did a little window shopping, and I spied this watch through a window, which I impulsively bought to go with my ring. (And a month later I’m still glad I did.)
The moment just kept going…
…and our honeymoon supper of scallops, peapods, brie and figs was phenomenal. Our first fresh figs ever. We’re ready for more.
