Weddings & Marriage

K & O are suddenly — and I mean very suddenly — totally completely interested in weddings and marriage. They have never been to a wedding. And up until about a week ago they had virtually no awareness of weddings/marriage (at least as far as I could tell). This was the kind of thing that was so (so, so, so!) off their radar. But suddenly, like literally overnight, they became totally intrigued. It happened in a precise moment.

It was Friday afternoon. I end work early on Fridays to pick the boys up from school at 1:00. We came home, it was a rainy day, I put Meera down for her nap, and the boys and I started baking. We made “magic bars” (7 layer bars) for Owen, and we made blueberry muffins for Kyle. While we were waiting for them to bake we sat down together at the table to have a drink of juice. Kyle started it. He said something along the lines of, “When me and Owen grow up we will not live in this house.” This is not an unusual sort of thing for Kyle to think about/say. I said, “Oh! Where will you live?” He said something about how they are going to live in New York City and that I will come visit them there a lot. I said something about ‘I wonder if you’ll live just the two of you, or if you’ll live with other people too?’ And he looked at me in total shock: “Who would live with us????!” I said something like, “Well, I don’t know, maybe you guys will want to get married someday?” “Who will I marry?” asked Kyle. “I don’t know,” I said, “maybe a nice man or a nice woman that you decide you want to spend the rest of your life with.” Slightly disturbed, he said, “But I want to spend the rest of my life with Owen.” I remember there was a pause there. And then Kyle said something like, “Wait, you married Papi?” And I said “Yes.” And that is how it began. Something clicked. They had lots of questions.

I went and found a framed photo from the day Braydon and I got married, and brought it to the table. They’ve seen photos from our wedding before, but K & O have never been interested. But now they were. They wanted to know all about it. What a wedding is, what marriage is, who is at a wedding, what happens at a wedding, etc. They wanted to know about these things generally, and they wanted to know specifics about our wedding. We talked about it awhile. (Just for the record: I told them “two people get married when they decide that they love each other so much that they want to live together and spend the rest of their lives together” and I told them that “any two grown-up people can get married.” Note: I’m 100% counting on full and total legally sanctioned marriage in all 50 states for any/all people of any/all sexual orientation by the time K & O are “grown-up.”)

And then… I asked them if they wanted to watch a video of Mommy and Papi getting married. A VIDEO?!!! WHOO HOOOO yes-sir-iiiiiii they wanted to watch it! Such a thing exists?!! Let’s get to it ASAP. And so we did. We sat there, in the family room, on the couch, and watched the wedding video together. The entire thing. They were enthralled. They were giddy. They were beside-themselves-with-excitement. They were completely in love with seeing me in a white gown and veil. The veil, especially, was a huge deal. About halfway through the video I offered to show them the actual veil (I have always had it hanging on my bureau mirror in our bedroom but apparently neither of them had ever noticed it before). We paused the video and ran upstairs. They had me wear the veil, sitting on the couch, for the remainder of the wedding video. Once the video was over they each got to try the veil on. Kyle loved it but was too nervous he’d ruin it or break it or wreck it. Plus, he said, “it itches my head!” Owen, though, wanted nothing more than to wear that veil for the rest of his life. Itchy head was sooooo worth it! (Ah, learning it young– the price of beauty!) The magic bars and muffins were long done by now. Here they are, sampling their baked goods:

Over the weekend the wedding-craze became even more entrenched. They wanted, badly, to see me in my actual wedding gown. They were thrilled to discover that it was stored (unbeknownst to them) in an air-tight-sealed-garment box underneath Owen’s bed. I was very tempted to just rip it open and put the dress on for them. But Braydon, always the voice of reason, was very against the idea because he didn’t want to ruin the preservation seal. We looked, for a long time, at the dress in the box (luckily there is a see-through plastic top on the box). The boys were into it. When they got under the bed to push it back under there, Owen discovered another box. In it: wowie!–the shoes I wore on our wedding day!! Braydon agreed that the shoes were fine to pull out. This —one pair of wedding shoes, two ecstatic boys– started what is quite possibly the closest we’ve ever come to World War III in our house. I solved it quickly, though, by digging deep into my closet and pulling out a pair of “Bridesmaid Shoes” that I had worn in a friend’s wedding. The “wedding shoes” –both pair– have been a huge hit ever since:

Funny little tidbit to note: Kyle is so strangely smart sometimes (like, literally, smart about strange things). Within less than one minute of putting my wedding shoes on he said, “These shoes are soooooo beautiful!! But Mommy! Could you even see them with your beautiful wedding dress so long?! Could anyone even see them????!” “No,” I said, “you couldn’t even see them because of my long dress.” (Alas, my son! The sheer nonsensical intricacies of bridal fashion!!!!) “Oh Mommy,” he said, “WHAT A SHAME!” (Yes, my dear, WHAT A SHAME!)