"I want whatever you want for a wedding," said Wayne as we sat on the white couch in my apartment after just taking a timed photo of ourselves to mark the occasion. "But if it were up to me, we'd just go get married. I care about the marriage, not really the ceremony. If I were deciding, which I'm not, we'd just elope."
I gave him a high-intensity, Julia-Roberts-tooth-filled smile in return and hugged him tight. What he said, which articulated my thoughts, underscored that I was the lucky grand prize winner of the fiancé lottery. And 23 years later, I can tell you that compatibility on that first major decision as a couple — which led us to privately call our newly aligned partnership "Team Dunham" — set the tone for our happily married life.
Deciding to elope wasn't just a financial consideration, though I'd be fibbing if I said that didn't play a role. Wayne was a poor graduate student and I was slaving away in a full-time job I hated and a second deadly dull job when we decided to marry. So, yeah, we didn't see the sense of spending hundreds or thousands on flowers and dresses and who knows what else.
But the underlying reason we eloped was truly because we wanted to spend our engagement discussing major issues — children, careers, lifestyle — instead of debating with our friends and relatives about china and silver and guest lists and flowers and a million other things that weren't priorities in our lives. We didn't have much time for an engagement — we wanted to be married six weeks after we decided for a whole slew of boring reasons. So yes, time was ticking.
And that leads to the real, deep-down, I-never-admitted-this-until-now reason. We wanted the wedding to be about us and our love and our lives, not about petty bickering and jealousies among those important to us in the few short weeks we were "engaged." We wanted people to be happy for us and not feel wounded or put upon or any of the other strange emotions that seems to erupt when a couple announces they marriage plans.
Candidly, I had watched from the sidelines of enough relationships that I was convinced that nine times out of 10, the bride and groom were almost an afterthought in the whole celebration.
A lot has changed since Wayne and I married, but the families and friends of engaged couples re-enacting the Hatfields and McCoys feud is a constant. Just this morning I was reading an advice column where yet another soon-to-be-bride was lamenting that her "very nice, very reasonable" parents were strong-arming her into one type of wedding while her fiancé's parents were lobbying him for a different type.
She and her fiancé were quarreling with each other, their parents, and everyone else within shouting distance. Is that really an enjoyable way to move into married life? I think not. Divorce rates and unhappy marriage reports tend to support my view.
So, yes, we eloped. For us, that meant telling our parents at the last minute and inviting them to attend. It also meant my parents buying me a pretty dress that I still wear to our anniversary dinners. And, yes, as someone who grew up on '60s and '70s TV, I couldn't resist having my parents drive me to the officiating judge's house where my dad walked me down the aisle.
Now I won't kid you — there were still hurt feelings and some anger. All the friends we didn't tell, who were especially enraged when they realized we had told a few people including our siblings, were incensed. And relationships with a few relatives broke. But, really, Wayne and I spent those weeks in love and bliss.
Our wedding day was the happiest day of my life. Wayne will tell you it was the happiest day of his too. The reason: We were true to ourselves. And that set the tone — even considering sickness, deaths, and other rocky times — for a happier marriage than "Team Dunham" could ever have imagined.
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