The first time someone asked me why Patri had married me without his shirt on, I was surprised to realize that I didn't know his reason. So I asked, and he responded with a shrug, saying that the thought it was cool ;)

While I hadn't even thought to question the significance behind his decision (perhaps wisely, as it turned out not to be any greater than mine for picking my pretty dress ;), I had given a fair bit of thought to my acceptance of it.

Although I'm not one to envision the specifics of the future and tend to be very flexible in that realm, I had at least made the basic assumption that were I to get married, my husband would be wearing a tux ;) And I do like tuxes, men look very cute dressed up as penguins ;) I objected to a naked wedding as he once suggested (largely because I wanted to wear a pretty dress and it is physically uncomfortable for me to go without a bra ;) He later admitted that he'd meant the nude wedding thing in jest, but that this is where the topless wedding idea came from. I suggested the bow tie ;)

His going topless, while not my original vision, was one I could adjust to. And more important, I found it to be excellent symbolism. I married him because I love the person he is, including his quirks. So it seemed most appropriate having him express himself how he wanted at the wedding, and my publicly acknowledging and supporting this along with the rest of our vows.

Also great was that it didn't even seem to cross his mind to try to make me mirror him: he was perfectly fine doing the shirtless thing by himself while being happy to let me have my fun in my princess dress unhindered ;)