Through all time and space

Time is a funny thing. We only get so much of it, a mere drop in the ocean, but the quality of that time can be improved so much by the people you spend it with.

Six years ago today, I vowed to be with this man through all time and space, and I don’t regret a second of it.

Hopefully you can’t tell how excruciating those shoes were. Lol I’ll give them credit for making him stand up straight throughout the ceremony, though. (He has a tendency to slouch, but with an extra four inches of height on me he realized he needed to straighten that spine.)

The day was windy but otherwise beautiful. Gorgeous Arizona April skies all around.

See? A couple smudges on the camera lens, but all in all clear and crisp.

My dad was giving me a carefully-planned speech here.

My mind was on Cloud Nine, so I didn’t really hear it. Sorry, Dad. I was a little distracted.

He was bawling by the time I got to the altar. I had to hold back my tears for a while, because unlike him I was wearing makeup. Lol

Being the tech-savvy guy he is, he read his vows off of his phone. I almost lost it before it was my turn, because we had written our vows in secret, and his contained the words “for all time and space” as well.

I had a handmade card that I’d bought from Etsy to read off of. I think it said on the front “My love for you will last longer than Ned Stark.” I’m not sure, though, because the card got lost shortly after the wedding. It’s a shame I didn’t get a photo of it. It was cute. Like my husband, I referenced Doctor Who… and many of our friends assumed we had written our vows together. As one friend wrote in our guest book, “The vows prove, you were made for each other.”

Because of the wind, we had some, er, technical difficulties lighting the unity candle. The officiant saw an opportunity to use our fire failure as a metaphor for how much work a marriage takes.

We got it done, though.

This ^^ is my favorite photo out of the hundreds that were taken that day. This is the moment where I claimed what was mine.

The ceremony was non-denominational, semi-formal, and a touch geeky (quotes from Juno and Doctor Who were mixed in with touching words that flew in one ear and out the other).

I insisted on the cheeky photos of us signing our marriage certificate.

Both sets of parents were there, of course, but I think a part of me will always regret that I never got to meet my husband’s birth mother. I like to think she was there that day, watching her older son from the Great Beyond.

This is where we get back to time being a funny thing. Of the dozen people in our wedding party, only my brother, my sister, my boss, my BFF (who flew in from Alabama for the wedding), and our nephews are still in our lives. No, nobody died (that I know of), but time happened and we grew apart. It’s sad, but I’m glad these people helped us make the most important day of our lives that much better. I know one thing, though: no matter how the people in our lives come and go, I can always count on one person in particular to always be there … through all time and space. 😉

Now it’s been six years. Six years of changing apartments, medical diagnoses, new-to-us cars, a new life in the SCA, and our brand new house.

I don’t know what the next six years–or sixty, even–will bring, but I’m excited to find out.

This year we’re commemorating our anniversary by getting our names tattooed in Gallifreyan–the language of the Time Lords. It was my husband’s idea, and I’m pretty excited for it. The only problem is, I’m running out of room! The tattoo artist wants a flat surface to work on, and most of my available tattoo real estate is on the rounded parts of me. Lol I’ll find a good spot, though. I always do.

Here’s to six years of marriage, my love, and to many, many more.