I want to look back a moment in my life where I experienced what I could only call pure, unconditional love…
I woke up at 6:30 am on August 8, 2008, a sunny, joyful morning. The day I was to marry my Marina. Tired, didn’t sleep too well, maybe jitters, but it clearly was the excitement of a full-blown church wedding and reception! That and Marina and I were up late decorating the reception room at the hotel.
I quickly dressed and went out for a coffee and a quiet, contemplative moment on a bench at English Bay. I kept imagining that Marina will have so much tashcala (meaning “craziness” in Armenian) around her before the wedding. I knew she’d be at her brother’s house getting ready. The whole works: hair, makeup, dress, everything. Her whole family was going to be around her. While on that bench I began to feel a bit sorry for myself as I wasn’t getting the same attention. Only my best man, my nephew Brent, was coming over for lunch, then to help me run a few errands, then get ready and head to the church. I had to get up and walk a bit to push away these feelings. I got a coffee and walked around a bit.
Later that afternoon Brent and I did have lunch and ran the errands. One of which was to pick up a photographer for us and then to stop Marina’s brother’s to drop off something. I didn’t get to see her, but I heard her “Love you!” through the wall of in-laws who didn’t want me to see her before the church.
We went back to my apartment to get ready. Snapped a few pictures around our place, one other site, then, off to the wedding!
We were getting married at this small orthodox Armenian church in Richmond. It’s situated on top of a hall at five road and Westminster highway. We pulled into the parking lot and I ran upstairs to the church as I didn’t want to see Marina before she was to walk down the aisle!
I stuck to the front, keeping away from the windows as Brent kept a lookout for Marina’s arrival downstairs. Meanwhile I lit a candle for our dad’s who both died well before we met.
Which reminds me: Marina and I felt that there was something special that brought us together. I told her that it was this: That one day in heaven her dad Gregory was out for a walk and met up with my dad Phillip. Gregory then said to him, “My daughter Marina is looking for the love of her life.” Whereas my dad responded, “well I’ve got a son who is single and looking for his soul mate.”
I still tear up to think of this…
The word came, Marina has arrived in her limo. With my heart in my throat I stood at the front and waited, and waited… apparently Marina thought I hadn’t arrived yet and was waiting for me, funny.
Anyway the cello player (Marina surprised me with a this at the wedding – Loved it!) started to play as my new nieces and nephews walked the aisle… then the doors at the back of the wedding closed and Brent whispered to me “breathe”.
Then what I considered to most beautiful piece of music ever written: J.S. Bach Suite no. 1 began (I have to pause a few times to wipe away tears as I still get very overwhelmed writing this).
Whoosh! My heart jumps, my knees weakened as the doors opened and there, the most beautiful women I’d ever seen in an angelic white wedding dress. Her wide, luminous smile and her eyes looking for me. Our eyes met and Brent had to grab me to hold me up.
When those doors opened the feelings, the image was instantly and permanently imbued on my soul as one of those moments of pure, unconditional, unforgettable, profoundly magnificent moments. For the rest of my life it will remain as a signpost in my soul’s rebirth and the start of a wonderful life with Marina.
Below is a poem I wrote for Marina and read at the reception.
How like a rose she doth persuade my eye
How like the summer’s balmy wind I fly
How like the sun her smile ignites my soul
How like the moon I find her with the stars
How like the spring she grows upon my heart
Thus in nature’s beauty she has renown
All I can do is sigh and close my eyes
My spirit sashaying in her blessed step
Infusing moments until the next time
Thus any instant absent from her grace
I am prompted to then recall her face
Her sweet bouquet imbued upon this man
As when the time enwrapped within her arms
My mind exalted alights upon love
All writing © 2010 by DC Lessoway