I went searching for the love story, so I pulled the DVD from the cabinet. It’s been almost 14 years since we said “I do,” but we’d never watched our wedding video.
We’d always meant to watch it on an anniversary or Valentine’s Day or a lazy Sunday afternoon. But the memories etched into the cerebrum always seemed to offer playback enough. Over time, the details of the day never seemed to grow fuzzy.
Or so I thought.
I put the video in the slot for the first time and pushed play.
I swooned at how fresh our love, and how young our faces. I fell in love all over again with that Norwegian blonde and his blue-blue eyes, and that X-acto knife hair part that he still wears all these years later.
I remembered again the tummy-flips when Dad led me — all satin — to the altar.
And I recalled how Scott fidgeted with the diamond on my finger when he said the forever-words. He whispered that our wedding singers were “so good together,” and on the playback, I could make out the response on my lips: “So are we.”
Yes, I remembered the kiss and the candlelight and the cala lilies, too.
But until I watched the video, I didn’t remember what love felt like at age 24. And to think I thought our love was so very deep in 1996.
“Oh, Jennifer,” I whispered to the bride on the screen,