We got married! It was a wonderful weekend with many lovely friends and family all managing to speak bits of French and English together. I bought nearly ten pounds of cheese; I bought way too many baguettes, but most of the rest of the food was spot on. But even better than nailing the meal prep, we were filled with joy from everyone's support and enthusiasm.
Two of our neighbors very kindly lent their houses, so our families and friends from afar got to hang out for a few days with the easiest of logistics. This also afforded me the fridge space to shuffle around all the watermelons and beer and wine and pans of moussaka and carrot cake and more for three big meals. Don't worry, I didn't have to cook after the ceremony -- we had a rather nice lunch at a restaurant in our village with fancy little bites of dazzlingly garnished delicacies between courses, and a bold, successful savory cherry glaze on sea bass.
How I am lucky enough to have stumbled across such a delightful person to share life with is impossible to understand. One day while hiking, fairly early on in our relationship, I asked more from general curiosity than in reference to myself, "Would you ever get married again?" Jean-François thought a few moments, broke into a grin and he replied with a chuckle, "Sure! Why not?" His warmth, his openness and optimism are like a magnetic field, whose force silently pull me in his direction.
mom and me savoring our strawberry tarts
