Memories of more than one:
The first, held in my parents’ home. A blizzard. My husband’s best friend arriving after the ceremony because of it. None of the parents really happy about our marriage or the judge who performed the ceremony. Forced smiles.
The second, in my own home. Marrying a woman with a rabbi this time. A star guest: Christie Hefner who taught me the word “oxymoron” for the first time. Much more fun.
Attending the first same sex wedding that was recognized by the state [Massachusetts] in 2011. Watching two women, one in a long white bridal gown, the other in a bright red Sri Lankan robe, and thinking “this feels different.”
Wondering about a future wedding of my oldest daughter, putting money aside for it. Hoping she has made better choices than I did!