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I had been thinking about this for some time so, a couple of weeks ago, when we were at my cousin’s huge wedding reception, I pulled my FWH off to the side and said to him, that I would like to have (and was ready for) a recommitment ceremony with him and what did he think? He said, today? (which is what I said, but in a slightly more harassed tone, when he first proposed to me in the middle of a crazy event that I was running at the time) We agreed that we would set up a time to discuss it when we got back, and earlier last week, we set the time as last Friday. I asked him to think about what he wanted, what he didn’t want, and what things were an absolute need, vice a want. We tossed a few ideas back and forth and also sat down and did a written discussion about why we wanted to have this ceremony and how that made us feel.

Friday, we opened a bottle of wine, sat next to each other, and talked. It came out that we both wanted a very small, intimate, ceremony, possibly only with the officient, since we felt that we would need to disclose why we were choosing to have this ceremony on a non-significant date and on a non-significant “wedding” year. We both wanted to be on or near the water. We knew what date we would celebrate our new anniversary, but we felt no need to hurry things up so that our ceremony actually fell on that date. We both wanted our MC to officiate he is a Methodist minister. FWH wanted a trip as well, however looking at vacation, he doesn’t have enough during this first year at a new company. So we decided at our 5 year anniversary, which would also be our 25 year antiversary, we would have a bigger, official celebration with friends and family, and we would start saving for that trip to one of three places we’ve always wanted to go to. Also, there were two things that I asked of him. The first, was for a proposal. I wanted him to think about what and why, and propose to me that we begin this second trip together. The second was that we go out and look for and purchase, rings together. He agreed, and then, gods, I can’t remember it all, he went down on his knees next to me, held my hands, and just poured out his heart about how sorry he was, how much he loved me, how special I was, how wonderful our love was, and how much he looked forward to spending the rest of his life with me. And then added, “BTW, this is NOT your proposal!”

Dang, I’m getting all misty-eyed thinking about it. My heart feels really full right now.