Two Big Events

 

Ultimately, there is no choice, not really.

Well, maybe a choice - between weddings -

the big, emotional first one at halftime of 

the Packer game, in front of family, 

in the family home, with Alice the springer mix

as flower girl, or

the second one, fifteen years later, making her

a June Bride at last.

I think it has to be number two.

After all, we knew what we were getting,

after fourteen wonderful years of marriage.

(no, my math’s ok, and that’s a pretty good percentage)

Our wedding redux was due to 

A very orthodox Orthodox priest,

who refused to acknowledge 

our matrimony as legitimate, leaving us

in not good standing in the church.

Our monthly membership dues, however,

were always in good stead, all checks cashed.

So be it.

I won’t bore you with the details,

nor about the counseling sessions,

(after fifteen years!),

or about how he said we’d have a child

even though I was fixed, 

and then we did, in an odd manner.

I’ll save that for another prompt.