I recently had the pleasure of being a guest at the wedding of my 37 year old cousin, Heather to her fiancee, Tom. They had a romance novel cute meet. Her car died and she called for a tow. He was the owner of the towing service and he didn’t usually do the actual towing. This time, however, he did. They met, they talked, they began to fall in love. After so many years of waiting to find that special someone, they finally found each other.
They planned an April wedding and Heather promised it would be casual. She promised she would wear jeans. So what should I, as a guest, wear? I tried on several outfits and put on a jean skirt. I asked my husband’s opinion. “I think it’s cute,” I said.
“It. Is. Cute.” He actually hates the word cute because he’s been called that word too often in his life. It was at that point that I realized I was trying way too hard. Wearing that particular skirt, I looked like a reject from the cast of the musical “Oklahoma.” It was a wonderful relief to truly realize that this wasn’t about me. I could show respect for this event by wearing jeans and a jacket. The bride would be pleased.
We traveled to the barn where the wedding would be held. This barn was so old it was in the historical register. The bride and groom greeted people as they entered the barn. Then for the ceremony, the couple entered from a side door and sat with the rest of the guests as the minister read scripture. Heather and Tom only stood as they repeated their vows. And both of them wept. As the rest of us did.
Most times, a wedding is almost a show. There’s nothing wrong with that. It can be beautiful. But this time, it really was an anti-show. A humbling joining of two people who had waited so very long to find that special someone. And I was humbled to witness the joining.
Other than your own wedding, can you remember the wedding that most moved you? Share.