Paper Anniversary

I thought I might write something profound about a first year of marriage, about becoming wife, or what that might mean.

Then I realized these photos, the small present exchange for a first year anniversary and the traditional gift of paper on Sunday, might be a better representation of what it's all meant.

Tyler gave this to me:

I gave this to Tyler:

Maybe it's not such a coincidence because we are going to travel to Ireland this summer but I thought it represented our relationship. We think about exploring and adventure and what we might share. We often think the same.

W is for Bookstore Wedding

This past weekend, I went to a wedding at the Housingworks Bookstore in Soho. Tyler's cousin, Mathias, and his (now) wife Allison were married amongst thousands of books. In the past few years we have come to know Mathias and Allison really well and I'm so excited that they will be a part of my family (more officially once Tyler and I are married). I adore them so much that Tyler and I often joke around that I'm only marrying him so that Mathias and Allison can be my cousins.

Well, for a book lover like me, there is no greater treat than celebrating the marriage of two people I love in a bookstore. Sipping my wine next to a little Stephen King. Dancing next to new non-fiction. Eating falafel beside Hemingway. I mean...wow.

Can we buy books while we're here? I asked Tyler.

He looked at me like I had five heads. I don't think that's an option.

There are a few books on my TBR list right over here. Do you think they have the cash registers up and running? The prices are really good.

I don't think so. Why don't you sit down and eat.

It's a non-profit bookstore, Tyler. They need the money. They really should let me buy books. It's only practical.

Sit down, Melissa.

Apparently, the only downfall to a bookstore wedding is that the guests can't go home with any books. Hmph.