I am not a superstitious man, but I enjoy the random confluence of happenstance and clever planning that gives the miraculous appearance of good omens. September 23rd was a very special day.
- Rain, you see, is almost always good luck. Why, I do not know, but I’m very willing to take my aunt’s word on the matter.
- The day also happened to be the autumn equinox. We had small ritual-sized pumpkins, but I’m not sure anyone got around to performing any proper pagan harvest rites. Note to self: Next time invite more witches.
- Both my mother and my amazing bride share a birthday, September 23rd to be exact. Yes, I am quite absentminded and yes, the women in my life are kind beyond all reasonable expectations.
- My mother turned 60. This is the 5th cycle of the Chinese calendar and represents a time of rebirth. She found this to be the best news she had heard in a quite a few birthdays. “No, today you are younger, not older.”
Two vignettes stand out:
- At the rehearsal dinner, Aya’s father gave me a bullet shaped USB drive from Akihabara. It was the modern version of a shotgun wedding in this age of birth control and blushing thirty-year-old brides. I smiled and laughed…and took his message very, very seriously.
- The first night Michiko arrived, we stopped by the nearby greasy spoon to eat a bit of lobster. The weathered waitress couldn’t quite believe Aya and Michiko’s request for soy sauce and lemon instead of melted butter. Delicious. I suspect a local Maine legend was born that night.
My god, she is a beautiful woman. How could I be so lucky?
Many thanks to everyone who helped make our wedding so marvelous.