The Day My Parents Got Married

By: Jessica Holmes

12-07-2012

Tuesday was my parents’ first anniversary.

But not their first, first anniversary. That was in 1979, one year after my mom (in her simple white gingham dress, big bellied with my older sister Melody) and my dad (in his 70s pastel blue bell-bottomed suit), got hitched the first time.

I will not attempt to recount the full story, as my mom tells it so much better, as heard at Story Story Night‘s Feb 2011 theme, STAR-CROSSED LOVE: Stories of Fated Attraction.

To few-sentence summarize: their star-crossed story appeared to be ill-fated for quite some time. A 10 year divorce. All hope lost. But the phoenix of love rose from the ashes. And, one magical Christmas, they fell deeply in love again. Three years of long distance dating later, this wedding.

And boy are they in love.

They still look at each other this way on a daily basis.

Cry, cry. I can’t adequately express how special it was to witness, as an adult, my parents marry surrounded by my sisters and family.

I rewore this vintage Patty O’Neil dress ($5, LUX) this July 10, as I’ll try to do every year to commemorate.

Perfect colors for the wedding, this dress saved me from hastily buying one at the last minute from Kohl’s, where my sisters found theirs.

Though I did impulse accessory buy this gold headband and three-tiered gold necklace, so didn’t save myself entirely from the discount department store draw. My shoes (seen above) are Steve Madden purple suede wedges (birthday gift from mom).

I leave you with the Beatles…

There’s nothing you can do that can’t be done.
Nothing you can sing that can’t be sung.
There’s nothing you can make that can’t be made.
No one you can save that can’t be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you
in time – It’s easy.
There’s nothing you can know that isn’t known.
Nothing you can see that isn’t shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be.
It’s easy.