The dawn of a new era: First comes love, then comes marriage …
The first day of marriage has been like any other post-party Sunday (sore head, lots of cleaning up and a general feeling of exhaustion) with one notable exception; I actually feel different.
I am a strange creature in the sense that I am at once a tragic romantic who believes that love conquers all, while at the same time harbouring a strong nihilistic belief that love is hormonal trickery aimed at perpetuating the species.
Gooey romantic Emma is winning the matrimony fight so far. I feel spookily peaceful. And I found two four leaf clovers in the same patch of grass. And I think that guardian angels (I know … go and get your vomit bags) were watching over Stevie and I in a meteorological and somewhat magical fashion on our wedding day.
To legally and publicly state that you are committed to someone is a big deal. It takes chutzpah and a willingness to ignore divorce statistics. It takes a hell of a lot of preparation and planning. It takes (for me, anyway), agonising amounts of careful consideration. It’s as though I put Stevie and I’s whole relationship on trial and then had to act as judge and jury just to make sure we were doing the right thing, for the right reasons.
Now that we have done it, I feel elated.
It’s a similar experience to planning a trip; labouring over bookings and research for months. You can never quite be sure if you’re going to like the new country, if you’re choosing the right airline or if you’re booking the crappiest hotel in the lousiest ghetto.
Then you get on the plane and there is no point worrying any more. The journey has begun and you have to let go.
That’s how I feel about this new journey with my beloved Stevie aka The First Husband. Tomorrow we get on board a Virgin Atlantic flight to LA for the second day in this brand new adventure of being Husband and Wife.
Stay tuned for updates from The Honeymoon – Episode 1, Venice Beach, LA …