The year is filled with anniversaries for me; with the upcoming weekend there is no difference.
I married my dear Nerdist 9 years ago this weekend. We stood in a field in a cast circle with the ocean lapping the beach beyond. My beautiful green and yellow dress, flowers from our and others' gardens in hand, I walked with him, pledging that we love like no others, loved as much as we could of everyone. We began our poly journey that day.
They say that marriages can be determined by the wedding. Well, ours was quite the event. It rained on our camping wedding the entire weekend and the sun only shone the 2 hours of the ceremony. Sparkly rainbows filled the sky. We were all soaked, all 60 guests. We had brought everything to the ocean site by moving truck: chairs, giant tent, tables, decorations. The next day, after a feast and dancing, we realized we had asked no-one for help to bring it back to the city. So for our honeymoon we worked our asses off packing, cleaning, loading, unloading. We have been working hard ever since!
This weekend marks 2 years since Mono left home. Shocked, horrified, defeated, completely at the bottom of a pit, he spent nights in his truck, unsure what was in store for him. He was just down the street from me the whole time, while Nerdist and I spent another wedding anniversary together. It would be another six months before we met and fell in love.
Oh, how I love my men. I can't tell you how good it is to feel as if I finally have the life that works for me. Yes, I know changes will come and I don't know what they will bring, but I thought life was good last year. This year is better. If I keep giving and asking for what I need, all will be provided, wishing no harm to others and in the best interest of all.
Here's to another anniversary. *clink*