Being writers, we, it felt only natural to craft our own wedding vows. I actually sat down and wrote mine 6 months ago, right before I began this blog as a matter of fact. I saved the Pages document in several different places and the matter was settled. Then one night, the night before we were to leave for Sarasota, you know, two days before our wedding, I sat down to go over my vows – vows of which I’d be so sure and unwavering – and they were all wrong. I opened up a new Pages document and said “Dayna, you can do better than this.”
It’s no secret that writing makes one a better writer. Though it seems more a front-and-center chunk of common sense that playing the piano or weaving baskets makes you a better pianist or basket-weavologist, the same holds just as true if not truer for the written word. “Use it or lose it” never shone so bright. I become the writer I want to be a little bit more each time I come here and tap words into my WordPress editor.
It stands to arguably reason then, that the 6 months I have spent here in this glowing white box have changed who I am as a writer, and my current self just couldn’t give my 6-months-ago self an A+.
I remember writing them on note cards to keep from reciting them too fast; forced pauses are a must when a public speaker you are not. Reciting them in the elevator, tweaking in the parking lot. Only the most important words I’ll ever write, no big deal.
The edits continued until I pulled up at the venue. Even while the groomsmen lined up, in a van I sat, all 20 pounds of silk shuffled into the back seat, scribbling furiously with a black Pilot G2.
Here is the final product.
Your hands are an embrace into which my soul never fails to melt.
Your heart has always belonged to me, and my heart has always belonged to you.
Be it a rainy night at home, curled into one another as lock and key, or climbing about the crevasses of a seaside cliff, exploring the perforated remnants of Mother Nature’s ever changing mood as the sun sets fire to the Pacific – with you , all of it shimmers.
I have witnessed these scenes, but I never knew their true beauty until I tasted them with your hand in mine. Trying to describe this feeling, this discovery, to my heart before you, would be akin to conveying color to the blind. You, my blue-eyed love song, could not be anticipated or wished for, you just had to be felt.
In life, there are these slivers of time, these sweet little pieces of it, and there’s this knowing, a rising heat, a building song in the silence.
These are the moments to hold tight in our hands, to carry with us in hearts and pockets. These are the moments that change us forever.
This is one of those moments.
I vow that this, our story, will be gilded, will be breathless, will be soaked with the kind of joy and wonder that runs into your pores and becomes you from the inside out.
I vow that no matter what dragon may descend upon this house we’ve built, that we will stand, hip to hip and hand in hand, and we will bring it to the ground.
Because nothing – not flame-throwing beast nor all of the world’s evils – is stronger than our love.
All photos by Chip Litherland | Eleven Weddings Photography