The Honeymooners: The Big Day
As I said, it was perfect (My only complaint was that it was snowing, but it really was beautiful). My mom and I stopped at Devil’s Food in Wash Park for this amazing Jasmine tea that I just can’t get enough of. My girls all looked fabulous, though one of my… uh, less endowed bridesmaids was having trouble keeping her strapless dress up and was forced to use safety pins in some rather personal areas. My Grandmother made my dress and veil and I felt beautiful with it on. I looked exactly like I had always imagined.
We had a time of worship before the wedding party marched in, so we got to worship in the balcony so the boys couldn’t see us. My good friend John (I’ve known John since I was 11!! A big thank you for being a part of my wedding!!!) led worship on his guitar, with his brother on the keys (the kid has GIFT), our buddy Sandy on the bass, and the father of the bride himself on the drumset (he sounded great).
There’s nothing that compares to the feeling I got when we entered the sanctuary and I saw Stephen standing at the other end of the aisle, grinning like he’d never laid eyes on me before. It was a sweet moment. I kept seeing familiar faces in the pews and I’m the kind of person that drops everything and runs to hug someone she hasn’t seen in a while, so this was an exercise in restraint for me, more than anything. Our pastor’s charge was short, sweet, and very good. Stephen’s vows were lovely, and I managed to spit mine out without stumbling over more than 4 words.
Then, the surprise. After the vows and rings, our pastor told Stephen I had a surprise for him and handed me the mic. You see, I decided to follow in the footsteps of my pastors wife and surprise my husband to be by singing a song at the wedding. Thing is, I decided to be even more foolish and sing it A Capella. The song was “Our Love is Here to Stay”, by George and Ira Gershwin (the rendition I did was more like Natalie Cole’s). It’s a beautiful, classic, jazzy song and the lyrics said exactly what I wanted to say. As I took the mic from my pastor, my mind was racing. “Holy crap holy crap what the HELL am I THINKING?????” I mumbled something about being very nervous and careened right into my surprise.
As I coughed up the first line, “It’s very clear…” suddenly, it was. Here I am, in front of a church full of people who love me, looking into the eyes of the man I adore, doing the only thing I’ve ever felt comfortable doing. Why should I be nervous? I belted out the rest of the song, and Stephen even cried as he mouthed the words of the chorus along with me.
We did communion and a sand ceremony during which Stephen secretly arranged to have John play one of my favorite songs on his guitar (that was wonderful, Stephen). Basically we had 2 colors of sand (blue for him, green for me) and one big vase. We poured the sand into the vase to symbolize our unity, but the jars were awkward shapes so Stephen’s poured slower than mine resulting in a good 2 inches of blue sand on top. Later John mentioned this suggestively to Stephen and Stephen responded “Yeah, I start slow but I finish strong”. They laughed, as boys do. This is practically my brother Stephen is talking to. Embarrassing.
The reception was fun, fun, fun with dancing and pictures and so much delicious looking food that I didn’t get to eat. My dad danced with me when “Play That Funky Music, White Boy” came on. The silly things men do for their daughters. The first thing my cousin David asked me when I walked in was “Which one of your friends will dance with me? Oh, and congratulations!”
We thought we lost our digital camera, found it, and went to Morton’s Steakhouse for delicious food and drink and the most bizarre menu presentation. They actually wheeled a cart to our table with a live lobster on it.
Next, our plane leaves at 12:30 am and the fun begins.