EPTI had said that I might have some pictures, and fully intended to take some. I'm sorry to disappoint, but that was again forgotten, by the both of us.
That's another thing that always occurs with us, given our current state of affairs. We have months inbetween togetherness, inbetween those times whence we can take what we want instead of merely speak of it. But, we don't plan for the everyday lifestyle that occurs. Our planning is akin to things you would do on a vacation, but unlike those couples who might plan so while in close quarters, we lack the comforts of simple touch, getting to see eachother every morning, kiss eachother and make love when the passion sets in. Plans are forgotten thus and become more as ideas of what we'd like to have time for, not what we spend our time on.
We planned many things, and pictures were one of them. We did some things, but most were forgotten, because when we finally have what we wanted most, just to be together...Everything else becomes less important, and one is willing, even wanting a more mundane, casual time in that limited slot one created.
One of the planned things we did do was to visit the park where we are to be married. It's a very pretty place, trees filling a well-kept, clean expanse of green, pavilions and high, sculptured lampposts. There's a body of water coursing through the area, constantly in gentle motion set off by a tasteful fountain in it's center. It is elliptical, as is the park, and wraps itself around an island of land filled with flowers. A set of white stone bridges lead to a perfect walkway surrounded by roses, which follows to a head at the edge of the land. This is where we will take our vows. We sat there that night, smiling at eachother, guessing at what the others vows might contain.
I've not written mine yet, but I could almost hear myself whispering them, reciting to myself, and suddenly feel them silenced by the beautiful awe of watching her walk towards me, dressed in white, flowers in her hair, perfect smile of happiness on her face and in her eyes. And then, nothing but the quiet, overwhelming joy; the stunned silence of passage into a new, wonderful life.
