A new life begins as Mrs.

Mr. and Mrs. Lassiter

April 28, 2011

Po'olenalena Beach, Maui, Hawaii

Being married is awesome.  Patrick and I have been together five years this year and we've been through so much together in those five years.  He is a kind and gentle man with a huge heart plus he is super fun to be with and he makes me laugh all the time.   I've learned so much from his sweet Southern personality.  He's like sweet tea with a little moonshine.  And I guess I'm something like Sangria with sass.   All of our wedding photos totally show that we're best friends.  Lots of humor during our ceremony.  Not that we made fun of it, it's just that we were super high on life's a beach and we couldn't believe that we were finally getting married. Neither one of us had EVER been married before. 

Check out the slide show of our wedding that photographer Bill Stockwell put together for us:

http://video214.com/play/RekRr6CqsaqWQikRELyP5Q/s/dark

Bill really captured our special life changing moment as we said our vows and celebrated our new life together.  There was another awesome photographer there, too, named Matt Thayer from the NY Times and I just can't WAIT to see his photos!!!!  What an honor that we will be the featured couple in the VOWS section of the NY Times May 22nd.  The amazing Lois Smith Brady composed the feature article about us.   That's a super nova Godincidence blessing all together, darlings.  Oh, I LOVE the NY Times and have always dreamed of my wedding being announced in my favorite paper of all time.  Even though I live in Nashville, I'm forever a NY city girl and someday we will live full on part-time, too. I've been scouting locations for our second someday home.  

Thank GOD for Patrick and my sweet life as Mrs. Lassiter.  I added my name Mullins to my middle name in honor of my Poppi.   

More to come. . . 

Marriage.

Okay.

A Southern Man asks a Northern Chick to marry him. Be with him FOREVER. He's a gentle giant....loving dude. Just loves me for me. Doesn't want to change me in fact encourages me to be even more of myself than I even knew that I was. The dude loves New York City. But he has to live here in Nashville, for his job, his job as a professional, touring musician. He's on the road all the time! So a great deal of the time I'm pretty much alone working on my art projects and so on. That's when I get wrapped up in my thoughts and wondering where I ought to be in life...you know. But he's a pretty strong draw and a safe haven...all that love he blesses me with is so DIVINE. This freespirit is such a freebird. And he wants me that way. Has no desire to change me....encourages me to fly and experience life full throttle. "Jest call home, baby," he'll say in his South Carolina drawl.

I've NEVER been married. Neither has he.

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

He's an amazing person. Very loving, kind, social, extremely talented -- a good ol' boy. His friends are also really great. He's a care giver in the most charming sense of the world. He's everybody's rock.... loves to love and be friendly.

Dude loves me so much that he just stares at me with a big smile and tells me how pretty I am. All the time. How smart I am. He encourages me to be high voltage, high octane silly and pure as a Sasha belle can be ... Pure in the sense of : the truest form of little ol' me. And he's brought out some nice flowers in the garden of this Eve. Flowers I didn't know I could be.

The other night, I was all wound up -- going at 200 miles per hour. I was all emotional about missing my family, friends and home. Well, that man just swept me up in his arms and feather lightly placed me in his arms and just caressed me and stroked my hair and my face. Well, I was OUT like a light. His touch is like a DRUG, people. He would say sweet things to me while he was lovin' me up like that. I felt like a tiny faerie in his arms because he's such a big guy. His voice is all soft and deep and completely healing.

I think he's an angel. Truly. An angel in disguise. He let's God use him all the time for things. And you know what, he's rarely ever been to church. Doesn't know a lick of the bible. But he's more Christian than many Christians I know. He loves Jesus very much, even though he doesn't intellectually know much about the Son. He knows the Son, believe me.

So, this idea of marriage is a big one. That would mean that I would have to live in Nashville, though, he's thinking of buying an apartment in the outer banks of Brooklyn together someday, which would be awesome...out in the hood somewhere. I'd live out in the hood for sure. Near the water...oh yeah. I'm make it work. It may not be Manhattan, but, folks, to be near my beloved amazing family and super friends up North, in addition to being a Southern chick, okay...that sounds peachy. Plus my man would be able to take those stellar musical skills and jam with my many jazz and rock music friends in NYC.

So, once again, I consider, "Who Said A City Girl Can't Be Country?" especially when she has a gentle giant music and motorcycle chrome charming, as her southern rock.

And, quite frankly, I don't need any other rock...but my southern rock.