We were married six years ago this weekend. It was a beautiful autumn day, crisp and sunny. I have always been happy we chose to marry in autumn, my favourite season. Besides, we didn't have what you would call a "June Wedding". It was non-traditional, in some ways. We chose to get married on Friday, partly because it was cheaper. The bridesmaid wore black. The ceremony was at 5, followed by cocktails and nibblies. There was not a full dinner, no tables, or place cards. The reception space was a former cinema, and our names were in the marquee. We didn't take a limo there, we walked down Yonge St. to the sound of honking horns. Rather than a band or a dj, my friends did a cabaret and sang. Our first dance was the end of the first act. I didn't throw my bouquet to a bevy of waiting bachelorettes. I presented it to my mom, to her surprise. We didn't cut a wedding cake, we had a croquembouche, a cone of cream puffs, covered in white chocolate and strawberries. It was definitely different, but I just loved it. I wouldn't change a thing.
To celebrate, Quillan and I went out to dinner between shows. We went to Nota Bene, a fancy but cool restaurant a short walk from the theatre. It was delicious. Afterwards we went to Second Cup for coffee, laughing at how much we spent on dinner, compared to how much we spent on "dessert".
It was all worth it, though, because having them visit me at the theatre was amazing. Being my first show since I became a mom, this was the first time my two worlds collided, and it was very emotional for me. Of course, all my cast members LOVED the girls, and I loved getting a photo of three of us in my dressing room spot.
Finally, Miss Lily decided to get up and starting walking this weekend. It was so fun to watch her learn to balance, and to see her face as she walked forward. She is so darn proud of herself!