Not unlike our beginning when her first word to me was ‘Hey’
And mine was ‘You’
Her wedding vow was unfussy,
As were her lip gloss, sundress and natural curls
Always, the quirky opposite of fireworks or formality
She could have been on her way to the beach
In a love story made of butterscotch and wildfires
We look like happy commoners in the packed courthouse
Now she is saying simply, ‘Baby, I marry you’
And I am saying simply, ‘Me too”
With a rush of unspoken promises nested inside, because
If I prayed a thousand prayers before we met, she is the answer to 999 of them
At her practical insistence, we blew the wedding budget on a house,
So the ring I slide on her finger is costume and she does not care
Mine is a rubber band that she caresses as though it were precious metal
We make these compromises
What we do not spare is love and affection, and
After these unfussy vows, she takes her time kissing me; the longest part the ceremony
