It is 6:15pm ET as I begin writing these words. It’s been kind of a long day.
And, by comparison, a pretty calm one!
Thirty-three years ago, in this moment, I was being the bride! Also the wedding coordinator. And the florist. And the co-host. And…
The Legendary Husband and I got married at 7:00pm on the Thursday evening before I graduated from Columbia Theological Seminary on Sunday. It was also Mothers Day weekend.
It was a high church/low budget kind of event.
Lots of preachers and about-to-be’s. Lots of musicians. Lots of opinions!
My mom was appalled when I visited with guests – dressed, but still working on the makeup – before the service. (Bad luck and all that!)
The wedding guide who came with the church didn’t attend. She just couldn’t wrap her head around the notion of the bride and groom walking into the ceremony together.
(The guys pouring punch weren’t her style, either.)
Someone — who shall remain nameless to protect innocent relatives — mooned one of our Professor/Preachers in the parking lot.
It was, on one hand, a bit of a zoo.
On the other, it was a celebration.
Of love. Of life. Of learning.
Which, when you get down to it, is a pretty good way to do the wedding thing!
Today has been a different sort of celebration.
Both of us in meetings most of the day.
Still adapting to having only 2-footed beings in our home.
In some ways, there are just as many questions as there were all those years ago. They’re not the same questions. The world isn’t the same! We’re not the same!!!
Here’s what is the same…
There are stories which need to be told. In words. In art. In action.
There are questions which need to be asked.
There are adventures which are waiting to be experienced.
There are kids to hug and dreams to dream.
And, I suspect, there is courage to be needed.
The photo is my mental image of courage these days. She reminds me of stories I’m only learning about some of my ancestors. Women of huge courage in a world which did not encourage courage in women.
She is, in a way, a model for me… as I hope to be for my girls. A model of voice and choice and even action.
A model of love which would have celebrated the bride and groom walking into the wedding together.
And walking together, still.
I do. And I will.
ps… Happy Anniversary “Norm”!
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4 comments on “Not Brides Magazine!”
How beautiful! Congratulations!!!!!
Thank you, dear Billie!
Happy anniversary, you two! I well-remember that day and the celebration.
I want to go on record saying that I wasn’t the one who hung the moon that afternoon. 🤣
Thank, Buddy! And, yes… it was NOT you who hung the moon!!! Hug everybody for me!
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