That sigh of relief heard around the world on August 8th was my mother. It was the day I married my best friend. My mother confessed to me years ago that she thought I would never get married because I was so independent. And she was okay with that as long as I was happy. Apparently I even told people at work that I would never get married.
Before we met…
I took a class from Rose’s Colored Glasses about writing 50 books a year. It’s a great class and one of the assignments is to write a back of the book bio. Where did we want to see ourselves in five years? I took the class in 2008. This was my fantasy bio:
Cindy Carroll, New York Times bestselling author of several books exploring the dark side of human nature, divides her time between Cape Breton and Phoenix with the occasional jaunt to Hollywood. This summer she will be working on a series bible and pilot episode for her Ghosts Ties book series which has been optioned for television. Next February you can catch her on the red carpet before she heads into the Oscars, where she has been nominated for best original screenplay for her second feature film, 7 Billion Reasons. No matter where she is, her husband is her rock. She says she couldn’t have created a better hero.
At the time I wrote that bio I had been single for at least eight years. Why the mention of a husband in the bio when I (supposedly) professed my desire to not get married? Because it wasn’t that I didn’t want to get married. At that point in my life I just didn’t see it happening. I’ve always waned the kind of marriage my parents have. They’ve been married for forty-six years and they still flirt with each other and subject us to other public displays of affection that have us yelling, “get a room!”
We had more than eighteen months to plan the wedding. At first we talked about having it in our province. I think that lasted all of five seconds. Then we talked about having a destination wedding. While I love tropical beach settings, neither one of us does extreme heat very well. Then talk turned to having it on a cruise ship in November. We’d never been on a cruise and we’d already be on our honeymoon. In the end, to keep the wedding small, we decided on Woodstock, England. It’s a gorgeous town with a long history. We got married and had the reception at the town hall. Planning an overseas wedding is not an easy task. That’s why we couldn’t have done it without my brother-in-law and his partner. They were our connection to England and did all the heavy lifting when it came to organizing things and contacting people. That five hour time difference is a bear.
We had Skype meetings every week to go over the details that still needed to be worked out. It was fun but stressful at the same time. I liked seeing how things were taking shape but not being able to see suppliers face to face or just call them from work was difficult. In the end everything turned out great. My husband (still can’t get used to saying that) 🙂 did the research for most of our suppliers and his choices were excellent. The food, flowers, cake, photographs were all amazing.
There was a lot more we had to think about because we wanted to have the wedding in England and not one of the typical destination places. Of course every experience is an opportunity for a writer so later on this year I’ll be releasing Planning a Destination Wedding: It’s No Vacation. It’s outlined, sort of, and just needs the actual writing filled in.
A lot of that day is a blur. I just wanted to be married and enjoy the rest of the day with my new husband, family, and friends. But I’m pretty sure the officiant announced us as Mr. and Mrs. Husband’s Name. I didn’t bother to correct her because we all wanted to move on to the next part. The celebration. Of course a frequent question before and after the wedding was about the name change. Would I be changing my last name? And the answer is no, I’m not changing my last name. I posted a question on Facebook before I got married asking if anyone does that anymore and it caused a bit of a stir. There were some very emphatic responses to the question. I’ve known for years that I wouldn’t change my last name. I don’t see a reason for it. In the past I know it was the done thing, not changing it wasn’t even a consideration. Some women don’t associate their last name with their identity. To some it’s just a name. To me it is my identity. It’s how family and friends know me. It’s how my readers know me. It’s how the writing community knows me. Some men get upset when a woman doesn’t want to change their last name upon marriage. My husband was totally on my side regarding the name change, or no name change.
After our third date we knew we were going to be together forever but I thought the wedding day would never get here. The first month of marriage has been great and I can’t wait for all the anniversaries to come.
Any advice from all you married folks out there on how to keep the marriage happy?
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