And when my lips meet thine
Thy very soul is wedded unto mine
~ H.H. Boyesen
We chose to get married in a small chapel in the middle of the woods called The Wayside Chapel in a small non-denominational Christian service. My mother was upset that we didn’t choose a Catholic wedding, and informed us she wasn’t going to be in attendance and argued with me extensively about our choice of venue…until I chose a date that she actually would not be able to attend. Fortunately, she came to her senses and asked me to change the date. This was a good thing, because she ended up hosting the reception at her small banquet hall (she was a caterer and she actually cooked great food).
We had 40 guests in attendance at the ceremony. The inside of the chapel was small, but very warm and lovely. In order to have our wedding on July 5, we had to have an 11 am service, since we started planning the wedding only 4 months prior to getting married (after an 18 month long engagement).
I walked down the aisle to Pachelbel in D major and my long-time friend Roger read a beautiful excerpt from Khalil Gibran’s The Prophet for a reading:
Let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts,
And stand together yet not too near together;
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.
Our reception was also small (only 80 people) and it was also an early reception (at 2:30 in the afternoon), but it was lively and fun. My husband and I danced a choreographed dance for our first dance to Mark Knopfler’s A Storybook Love from one of our favorite movies, A Princess Bride.
We had many of our college friends in attendance, a close knit group of about 14. I had a few colleagues from my work at the crime lab in attendance. And, they all danced! Perhaps because it was an early reception and people weren’t that tired. Our friends had talked about how much fun our reception was for quite some time after that.
In fact, it was such a hit for two of our guests because the boy who caught the garter (G, a young man I dated for a very short time and lived with for 4 months while dating my husband – long story for another time), ended up marrying the girl who caught the bouquet at the bouquet toss (L, a young woman who was my husband’s ex-girlfriend) a few years after ours.
The reception ended by 8 pm, early enough for my husband and I to invite all of our college friends and a few of my colleagues to our old college hangout for a few drinks and more camaraderie. It was a blast – me in my wedding gown, he in his tux and our friends just having a great time before we set off for our hotel for the night.
Yeah, that was probably one of the BEST weddings in the HISTORY of weddings. We’d gone to several of our college friends’ weddings in the years that followed, but we really never did end up having as much fun as we did at our own wedding.