Now that my apartment is sold and households have been merged, we can concentrate on the fun stuff… like wedding planning!
I had my heart set on a midwinter handfasting in England. This time around, we’re a bit more pragmatic about marriage, and we liked the honesty of the six-corded handfasting ceremony vows. I’d envisioned an intimate early evening candlelight ceremony, followed by an Indian meal with close family. I’d wear a red dress with a white faux fur stole and my red-soled glass slippers. Robert would wear a dark suit and the art deco Tiffany cufflinks I gave him for Christmas.
But as we looked into the legal requirements of marrying in England, it became obvious that what we’d thought would be a simple, intimate wedding was steeped in visa and residency requirements that would require more than a week off from work in addition to hundreds of Pounds just to get the paperwork in order.
It’s shockingly difficult for a British citizen living abroad to marry a non-EU citizen in his home country, and leave again. Unfortunately, falling in love and marrying a foreigner isn’t as romantic as it seems.
Though it would’ve been the simplest option, I was adamant that we would not marry in Denmark. Denmark is where he married the first time, and Denmark will not have a permanent place in our shared life.
So, we looked into all sorts of foreign options, and mostly came up empty handed, until I remembered the immortal words of John Lennon…
You can get married in Gibraltar, near Spain.
We’ll celebrate with a small reception in England a month later, and take a winter honeymoon.
It’s not a midwinter handfasting, but the more we think about it, the more we can’t imagine having it any other way…