Planned for many months, yet when it came, circumstances bent it into shapes we hadn't at first imagined. Nevertheless, the day Anthony and I wed was just beautiful as any we could have dreamed up.
We exchanged our vows in one of Melbourne’s oldest buildings before just two witnesses – thankyou Glennee and Kate! - promising to hold the other ‘beloved’ until the end of days. Then we joined those family and close friends who could be with us on stoopidly short notice and feasted on prawns, salads and sunlight. Our lovely pal Josh took some excellent pix, and so did my cousin KT, on my camera.
As day became night we went back to where it all began, rejoining the merry band of musicians at the Sunday ‘session’ at the Dan, very nearly two years to the day after we first met there. I have never shared music with another as I do with this one: its power has held us strong through long and sometimes difficult months over this past year, and it flowed around us both that night as we celebrated with old songs and new.
At last, exhausted, we retired to a gorgeous hideaway – the generous gift of my darling cousins and ‘Ant Dee’ – to celebrate on our own, and break our fast in the morning of the first day of 'ever after'.
If I have learned anything these last 3 years, it is that the marriage of true minds succeeds not because the two are perfect, but because they are perfectly matched. Together they give all to see the beauty that life holds even on dark days, and lend one another grace and strength when it is needed, to make each stronger than either was before. We have travelled far to arrive at this beginning, but it has been a good beginning.
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