The morning after the wedding, September 19th, dawned clear, crisp, and bright. It forshadowed a pleasantly cool, sun filled day symbolic of the euphora that The Goddess and I were feeling, despite merely a couple hours of sleep, heh heh.
After getting showered and dressed, we checked out of our utopic suite and headed to her mother's for brunch and gift opening.
It was almost like a reprise of the wedding. Most of her family was there, especially those that travelled far and wide to join us in celebrating our committment. It was a wonderful opportunity to get to know her extended family a bit better without the pressure to mingle with sixty some-odd guests.
Their warmth and welcoming towards me was deeply moving. I was not used to such overt displays of affection in family members. The Goddess keeps telling me that it is normal. I am starting to believe this. So many hugs and kisses cannot compare to blank stares and long periods of silence, which is the familial experience I was normalized in
Her mother had a spread of food comparable to the wedding feast. If I were to describe it, I fear I would be overcome with ravenous hunger, so I will abstain. Suffice it to say I was stuffed, again, and not too many hours since the actual wedding feast.
The Goddess was in her glory opening present after present. It was like Christmas. Her patience and desire to attend to each gift for a few minutes was trying the patience of family members that needed to be catching planes or getting on the road. Eventually, the actual gift opening responsibility was transferred to me, allowing The Goddess ot ohh and ahh at her leisure.
I could not even begin to list all the wonderful items we were bestowed in getting married. I am speechless to this day. I cannot say how much we are truly, truly blessed with the friends and family we have in our lives.
And to think, this is just the beginning.