Ok, so there were no bells. Or rice, or even birdseed, for that matter. But the bathroom walls had been scrubbed!!!
When I pulled up in front of the apartment Wednesday, there was a van blocking the space I wanted. Being the meek, mild, complacent soul I am, I gestured for him (the driver- I have no idea of the van’s gender) to move. He did, and I pulled into the space. As we got out of the car, I noticed he was a flower deliveryman. Nice. Someone was getting flowers! I felt a little bad as I had basically forced him out of the space, so now he had farther to walk with two very large floral packages. A little bad. A very little…
… until he showed up at our door.
They were for us!!! LOL Oh well. He laughed, I laughed, we all laughed. It makes a fun story. And the flowers are gorgeous!!!
We had about 30 minutes after all was said and done to get ready for our wedding ceremony. Neither of us had showered, neither of us had our clothing ready… it was madness. But we looked good. At least I think we looked good. I haven’t seen the pictures, yet…
Henrik arrived, and we discussed walking to City Hall, but in the end opted to drive. I think the fact that we seriously considered walking, even though it really is quite a short distance, speaks volumes for our state of mind. We met Bente and her husband (also Henrik) at City Hall, and by the time we had all finished greeting each other and went inside, they were ready for us.
I had forgotten something blue, though. I was a bit distressed. I had my grandmother’s pearls, new earrings, my daughter’s bracelet… but nothing blue. So Henning drew a heart on my arm, in blue pen. I was ready.
We were all joking around, it was far from a serious occasion. Henrik the first (Henning’s dear friend) took LOTS of pictures, and Henrik the second (Bente’s husband) sat at HIS friend’s council seat. The ceremony was lovely, and brief. It was about 10 minutes long, and that was because the officer read a 6 minute long poem. But it was, really, very sweet. And appropriate. I managed to say “Yes,” where appropriate, and just like that, we were married!
We all returned to the apartment for fish (provided by Henrik the first), caviar (provided by Henning’s dad) and Champaign. We read lovely cards filled with heartfelt sentiments, and opened our wonderful gifts. We ate and drank and hugged each other. The afternoon was full of love and good wishes. It was truly amazing. And short.
Henning’s dad drove us back to the hospital, where, slightly buzzed, and as tired as I can ever remember being in my life, we waited for our room to be ready. The staff were full of congratulations, in English! And then… dialysis.
After all the drama, I don’t know what I expected, but it went textbook smoothly. Everything worked, the machine worked, the access worked, no alarms sounded… it was entirely uneventful. Except, the nurse has an American husband, so her English was better than excellent, and we discussed American Thanksgiving (which, I may not yet have mentioned… we were having in two days. We were celebrating it belatedly because, a month earlier, Henning had been scheduled to teach ON Thanksgiving…it had since become a wedding celebration as well… so we were planning on a house full of guests… in two days), so THAT was a little unexpected, but the process was blessedly dull.
We returned home, and basically collapsed. Henning’s parents were staying through the weekend, so we had houseguests, but they took care of us. They got take-away, did dishes, cooked for us, bought pastries and rolls, it was very sweet and very appreciated. We needed the pampering, honestly.
It would have been perfect, but after a couple of hours of real sleep, the first real, deep sleep either of us had in… well, you know the story… the phone rang. At 11:30pm. It was kind of like when the fire alarm bell goes off… it was that loud and unexpected, and we were both quite shaken. I would like to say it was someone who had simply forgotten the time and wanted to wish us well on our wedding day, but alas… it was not. I may have mentioned the reason we started this blog? Well… some people refuse to accept that Henning is not available to the curious world 24/7. After fielding some comments about his forgetting to inform them of what was going on, with no congratulatory wishes forthcoming, I might add (it WAS our wedding night, after all…), we tried to go back to sleep. We tried, but to no avail. *sigh*