While the ‘ditto’ following Chris’ vows might have been funny to some, it wasn’t what I had really intended to say to him. I had actually written vows. Real vows. But I thought it would be silly of me to hold a piece of paper up during the ceremony, so I left it in the room thinking I would remember it all. I mean, logic told me all I had to do was look into Chris’ beautiful blue/green eyes and the words of love would all come streaming through me. Not.
Chris’ vows stunned me.
I don’t know why I was surprised, I knew they would. In fact, that was one of the reasons I knew I needed to prepare. I was marrying a poet. One who has an absolute amazing way with words on any old regular day – I knew he was going to shine on our wedding day. I thought I was ready. I thought I could hold it together. Then he pulled out two sheets of paper and I lost it. I mean, if Chris had to write his vows down to remember it all, I was in trouble. Deep, deep trouble.
So when he finished, all I could think of ‘ditto’. Of course, the minute that left my mouth, I realized I should try and recover. Try to pull the words back through me that I had wanted to say to him. Two minutes of pure babble then followed. I guess it was a good thing I didn’t have the microphone next to my mouth the entire time as the ocean was drowning out most of the silliness. But it was ok. I was looking into the face of love and love was smiling back on me. At least he already knew I was a dork.
So without further delay, here are my real vows.
Muffin. My love. My partner. My soul mate.
I must admit it is a little odd to be standing here, professing my love to you, wearing a white (ok, ivory) frock, as we wait for a judge to tell us we are man and wife. Odd because I feel like we are already married, that we made our commitment to one another long ago. So this is just a formality…and a rouse on your part to get me in a dress, but it is ok, because having that piece of paper now means we get to save 20% on our auto insurance.
There is an undeniable connection between us, and what I initially thought were mere coincidences, quickly turned into signs I had finally met my mate. My soul mate. I had finally found the male version of me, scary as that may be.
- We both have ‘Chris’ at the root of our names – Christopher and Christy (legal spelling until I changed it in 7th grade – yes, I was ahead of my time). I keep telling everyone I tried to fall in love with a Steve, but my heart caved for a Chris, so we will now forever be chrisandkristie.com.
- You have a cat named Ele, my cat’s name was Ellie.
- You and I had the same exact set of silverware. Oneida’s Sandstone. Not a real popular style. I bought this set over eight years ago and you had the same exact set so when we merged our households, this was a very big bonus for me as you know how much I like things that match.
- When we met, I was living in 94404 while you were living in 94044 and we now live in 94114. Just a neat numbers thing.
- We both own maroon vehicles. Not red, maroon. Almost freaky, isn’t it?
Christopher, I stand here today and promise to encourage and inspire you, to laugh with you, to comfort you in times of sorrow and struggle. I promise to love you in good times and in bad, when life seems easy and when it seems hard, when our love is simple, and when it is an effort. I promise to help you spend our money, and also to manage our debt. I promise to cherish you, to respect you.
You are the yin to my yang. The root of me. I love you.
- I love that you point out the cracks in the sidewalk so I won’t trip and hurt myself (as you know I would).
- I love when you do the ‘Miami’ dance.
- I love the fact you think the bright yellow shirt with orange flowers goes nicely with the red corduroy pants.
- I love that you will still curl up with me on the couch even three hours after I have had red meat.
- I love that you are a man who understands, and sometimes feeds, my Coach purse addiction.
- I love your smile and how it warms my soul when it is directed at me.
- I love that when I call you muffin, you call me scone.
- I love that you take better care of my knees than I do.
- I love that you are patient and supportive even when I keep taking the baseball swing on the golf course.
- I love that you kick my ass in Scrabble every single time, but don’t gloat (well, not too much).
- I love that you got your back waxed for me as you know it makes me happy.
- I love that you challenge me. I may not love it at the time, but afterwards, when I realize you were right, I love that.
Mostly, I love the love you have for me, and I promise to spend the rest of my life loving you, completely.
so she decides to make me cry a week later instead of on the wedding day…
but clearly in looking at our vows next to each other, they were pretty similar in style and substance, funny and touching, both from the heart, just as we both live our lives together
I love you always my scone
“they were pretty similar in style”
I will add that my notes in Mexico were not as well formatted as this post. It was more like one big paragraph so I thought for the blog I would try to clean it up a little bit, so I borrowed your style.
We married, I can do that now. 🙂
Sheesh, my eyes even teared up a bit.
Guys, I am going to speak now as a guy who will soon celebrate (literally – like, with booze) the 20th anniversary of the day I first laid eyes on my own wife:
Every time I’ve been together with you guys – at the occasional dinner or conference – I’ve been wowed by the obvious love you share. It’s a whole lot like the love I’m privileged to share with my own bride, and I can tell ya that these past 20 years went by in a single, shared heartbeat.
No one needs to wish you luck. You’ve already found it, in each other.
[…] (When Chris refers to Kristie saying “Ditto,” he’s talking about her wedding vows. Kristie tells the very cute, sweet story here.) […]