and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant..

..and whatever a sun will always sing is you

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

Wedding planning was like a second job - so after work at the hospital, I would come home and juggle reading up for the next day's work with planning and co-ordinating the wedding. We had a good distribution of labour taking account our locations, with myself in Singapore and Daniel in Zurich: I did most of the planning, and Daniel did most of the legwork, although we did have to make Skype calls at punishing hours, seeing as to the time difference between where we were.

Because the wedding was really small, we did not have a large group of bridesmaids and groomsmen. I had a maid-of-honour, Liyana, and Daniel had a best man, Shank, and his wonderful friend Marco who was really kind to him when he tore his ACL, and that was about the size of the bridal party. 

I loved that it was so intimate, Shank and Liyana have seen both of us through many life events and our relationship, but it also meant that work was shared within a very small group. 

Right up to the night before the wedding, all four of us were running around trying to get things done - liaising with the transport, last-minute changes in itinerary, making the napkin holders (fresh rosemary and wire), putting together the programme booklets.. etc. etc.

By the time we were done with all of these, it was 11pm the night before the wedding.. that's also when we realised we hadn't memorized the poem we were to recite in turns, our individual prayers, and that I was meant to teach Daniel to sing his song for the next day.. we did not even have the lyrics, so we were re-playing the YouTube video on loop, trying to figure it out.

While everyone went to bed, excited for the next day, Daniel and I were at the hotel (I had an awesome bed with hospital-like controls, allowing us to raise the head/legs/both - so fun to play with!), testing each other, teaching each other, and laughing at each other. There was certainly a lot of laughing (I smile now just thinking about it!) and it was majorly fun :)

As can be expected, memorizing 4 things at that hour was not very effective, although I am glad we tried, and it made for a great memory. It was a sweet memory of the last moment of singlehood. ♥ 

I remember Daniel leaving at 1am, and I remember feeling sorry that he still had to cycle all the way home, while I was already in bed, although truth be told I was so excited that night I couldn't really sleep anyway. 

 This E.E. Cumming's poem was the first of our recitations. 

I carry your heart with me.. 

(I carry it in my heart)

..we had to ask for a programme booklet so we could actually recite it, but that was ok. In my mind, the wedding had begun, and I couldn't be happier ♥