After all those posts about my fiancé and about wedding preparations, it looks like I completely abandoned my blog during the actual wedding. Better late than never!
We got legally married first, at the Central African Embassy. This step was very informative because Chancellor read all of the laws concerning marriage in the Central African Republic at the beginning of the ceremony. We learned that if my husband and I want to move, he must choose the house. If he is unable choose the house, I may do so. If neither of us can, our children may choose. And if even the children are unable to choose a house, the dog may be permitted to do so. Luckily, the “livret de famille” includes space for the names of ten children, so probably at least one of our ten future kids will be decisive enough to choose where we should live.
The next day, we got married in our church.
For this part, we wore traditional wedding clothes. The pastor who had first introduced us was the one who married us, and she gave a wonderful sermon about how our relationship had grown. Afterward, we went home to change into our party outfits for the soirée.
We vowed to always match our outfits, among other things.
We then rode our motorcycle off into the night, finding ourselves in sunny Oualidia the next day (just kidding, we took the bus).
The benefit of writing this post almost a year late is that I can confirm that we still love each other! And if you could see what I was wearing in the above photo, it did in fact match what my husband was wearing. We were serious about those vows.