We finally did it! We got married!
Did it go off without any glitches? No. But it was amazing in spite of everything MS tried throwing my way. As I walked down that aisle, I felt like the luckiest person alive and MS wasn’t even in the picture. Thanks to all my amazing friends and family and the great staff at Markree Castle who constantly warmed up my heat pack and provided a comfy chair for me to rest on in between pictures, I didn’t once feel disabled or like MS stopped me. It was our wedding day and that was all that mattered.
I’ll leave you with a reading from our ceremony and some pictures too. Looking back, I’m now able to say that I’m very proud of our wedding invites. I hand painted the whole original design during a relapse last year, so it’s nice to see something good came out of that. I’m getting back to my painting more now as well as it’s the one thing that totally calms me and makes me feel totally myself.
I’ll also start updating this blog a more in the next while and I’ve a couple of posts to put up that I wrote in the last few weeks but never got around to uploading.
Captain Corelli’s Mandolin by Louis de Bernieres
Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides.
And when it subsides, you have to make a decision.
You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any fool can do.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Those who truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom has fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree not two.