America, January 12, 2008
No hyphens, all happiness
Years ago, I saw a photograph of a joyous bride, a woman in mid-laugh and beamingly happy, being led to the altar through a crowd of wealth and stature, by a father swelled with pride.
In that photograph I saw a dream, a vision of a life I wanted to live, a moment I wanted to see with my own eyes. Yet, I never thought it possible. I did not have that wealth, and I did not know that bride.
Until today, January 12th, 2008, my wedding day. Today, after months of planning, weeks of preparation, and days of stress, I saw that joyous bride. That father filled with pride. That crowd of wealth and stature.
Today I saw that image, I saw that moment in my own life. No. I lived that dream! It is my life now.
It is my bride, Amy, who walked down the isle on the arm of her father, Don. It was our friends and family, a crowd of wealth and stature in our lives, that cheered her passage into matrimony.
And it was to me that Amy wed. It is to me that she is bound. And it is me who now has a whole other vision, dream, image in my mind. I now see Amy Ross Vota, head back, mid-laugh, a moment of pure joy. My new bride, radiating happiness, as she danced through our wedding and reception.
Now, with all the powers vested in me, as the author of this website, Belly Button Window, now 11 years old, I present to you, my loyal readers, the life, the vision of: Mr. and Mrs. Wayan and Amy Vota, husband and wife: