When Sohrab and I chose October 3rd as our wedding date (never mind that it was originally going to be September 12), we didn’t realize that we had chosen perhaps one of the most popular months to get married in. We joined the ranks of a significant number of friends that celebrate October anniversaries, from our best friends Wes and Jen Massoll (est. 2014), to [most recently] my sister and her husband, who now go by Joshua and Salia Garcia as of this past Saturday.
No doubt it’s a perfectly romantic month to get married in. Autumn is just beginning, you can wear a wedding dress without passing out from the heat, the colors are turning, and Halloween is around the corner.
Despite the minor oversaturation, I am of the mind that we couldn’t have chosen a more perfect month, weekend, day. Due to our long engagement (July 2013 – October 2015), we had time to enjoy the idea of being engaged, look around for venues, finally decide on the Skirball Cultural Center in Los Angeles, and still visit the space one year to the day before our wedding as a mini celebration and to check on the weather and feel of that time of year.
One year after this photo was taken, I nervously stepped down those stairs with my dad, walked around the lily pond, and made this man my husband. Good job, past me. Best idea ever.
Planning a wedding tested every limit that Sohrab and I had in our relationship. I realized quickly (as did he) that he is much more organized than I am, and that remains true to this day. It’s safe to say that the wedding would not have been what it was without him (other than the fact that, you know, he was the groom).
A wedding is simultaneously a culmination and a beginning. Ours had finally come to be after 6 years, some 3000-mile long distance, some 17-mile long distance, and some living together. We grew ever closer, letting our love win when times got hard – good practice for being together forever. Everyone had said that marriage would change things like and though we couldn’t say how, we certainly agree nowadays. We live together as we did before the wedding, in the same house, with the same cats. Everything is the same, but everything is different. I know now why people couldn’t describe just how things would change; I couldn’t do it if I tried. But I do know that food tastes better, the sun shines a little brighter, and I feel like Joseph Gordon-Levitt during that happy dance sequence of 500 Days of Summer because Sohrab is my husband.
I’m waxing poetic, things are getting mushy. Sorry, not sorry. You did click on a blog post entitled Wedding and Anniversaries, after all.
During our anniversary weekend, Sohrab and I spoiled ourselves (and each other) at Disneyland. It’s where we got engaged, where we spent our wedding night, and where we plan to spend wedding anniversaries every 5 years or so. October 3rd, 2016 was a spa day, complete with a couple’s massage, a mani/pedi for me, and a decadent dinner at the Napa Rose (with German wine, no less). We ate a slice of our wedding cake (chocolate, of course), which magically did not taste like it was a year old. We finally realized why on earth people would do that. Those few days were perfect.
Since that time, we have already attended two separate weddings in two different cities – a romantic, flowery affair in a private backyard in Los Angeles, and my sister’s wedding – a fun, hyper event in the shadow of the Golden Gate Bridge. Perhaps that’s why I haven’t written here since the first of the month.
I’m exhausted. I’m ready for a week-long nap. What a beautiful reason to say so.
