Today’s blog is, without apology, personal. If you’ve read the blog for a few months or known me for years, you know that Jim and I have begun year twenty-three living together. We’ve been through all the ups and downs two people encounter not only working out their own relationship, but raising two children, now thirty-one and thirty-three(almost as old as I was when Jim and I met). I never saw a need to try to legalize our relationship. In Ohio, there’s no point, anyway.
Until last month.I was home alone watching a French flick with the dogs while Jim was performing in Cleveland, when he called me to tell me that he’d received an email announcing the PCA’s decision to grant spousal equivalency health benefits to employees of the Presbyterian Church. All we would need to qualify would be a certificate from any state which offers legal status, and in January, voila! Health insurance for me.
For several reasons, we ended up In Chicago this weekend, having a perfect union ceremony in the garden of Fourth Presbyterian Church Garden, the closest thing to a medieval cathedral close this side of the atlantic. A week from now we’ll be across “the pond” vacationing in an ancient mill on the Seine in Normandy.
So here, in all it’s simplicity, are some pictures of our five minutes crossing the bar, legalizing, as our service says, “a relationship which has reigned above law or land” for twenty two years. The service was a compilation of the Rosettis, Robert Browning and Roy Croft, starting with our friend, Sue, reading Christna Rosetti’s “My Heart Is Like a Singing Bird.” Our friend Jamie Cordes officiated, who two summers ago married our son, Aaron(who receives his PHD from Northwestern this afternoon) and his wife, Emily. The day was perfect weather, perfect company and perfectly emotional and romantic in every imaginable way.
Here’s a video of the Vaughn Williams version of the Dante Rosetti poem that filled out the service.