Christina + Dalton
I first met Dalton at our mutual friend's party when he was 21 and I was 31. He had orange dyed hair and was wearing a pair of matching Vans. I thought he was cute and nice and cool. I noticed him, but we did not get together until four years later, when the sparks really flew. A big group of us were in D.C. and we went to the Black Cat to see our friend's band. We had our first kiss that night.
Dalton was different from other guys I dated because he really liked me. There were no games. There was no boy disease. He called when he said he would. He always wanted to hang out with me — unless it was Sunday during football season. Plus, he was emotionally stable, and despite the fact that he had blue hair and worked at a record label, future and goal-oriented. He was like the perfect combo of a cute downtown boy you would notice at a rock show, and the kind of man your mother would want you to marry.
Everything happened really fast. After two weeks, we said "I love you" for the first time while Otis Redding played on the stereo. I met his father and sisters on the beach in Puerto Rico a month later. Then he moved in with me.
The next year he asked me to marry him while we were vacationing in Paris. We were having a picnic of cheese and fruit and drinking champagne. Somehow, I was not expecting the proposal, even though we had talked about spending the rest of our lives together. He had spent an afternoon running around trying to find the perfect spot to propose while I was shopping for clothes. It was very romantic.
Our wedding was at his high school, St. Albans, on the grounds of the National Cathedral, on May 15th, 1999. I walked down the aisle by myself, because my father had died eight years earlier. It felt really right to be walking down by myself.
A woman Episcopal priest married us. I was raised Catholic so my family thought it was a little scandalous to see a woman on the altar. She was great, though. I loved having a woman marry us.
The vows were standard Episcopal vows, as were the readings. My bridesmaids wore red silk sleeveless shells with matching knee length skirts, and we had two flowergirls in white with wreaths of fresh flowers. Dalton's uncle played guitar. We had an organist playing traditional processional music as well. The cocktail hour was outside, and the weather was perfect. We had a bagpiper leading us from the church to the cocktail hour. We went to Bali for our honeymoon a few days later.