At every turn, they seemed to hit the right notes in both the substance of what they were saying and the conviction of their delivery. I listened most closely to the vows that they had written together, the promises they were making to each other about the kind of people they wanted to be for each other and the kind of shared life they wanted to create in the years to come.
The officiant, a friend of theirs, was funny and sincere, and they were deeply grateful for everyone’s presence and full of tears at each other’s expressions of their true love. The video looping on the big video screen as the guests made their way in was from one of those “one second a day” apps that showed highlights of their last year together, prompting lots of laughs, oohs, and ahhs, and just generally drawing everyone into the atmosphere of community and love. Instead of the typical, stodgy affair full of artifice and repetition of the standards, it was highly personal and authentic to the bride and groom. I looked forward to it like a root canal.īut a funny thing happened in that glowing, well-appointed hall.
So, you can imagine how thrilled I was when my wife informed me recently that we–just the two of us, no kids allowed–would be going to her friend’s wedding, set for this past weekend. Even when I like the people there, I don’t want to be there. Don’t even get me started on the reception! Small-talk, over-served alcohol, and too much noise to have a good conversation. The pomp and circumstance, the dressing up, all the make-up and hair products, the extravagant decorations, the cookie-cutter procedure, the religious decorum and forced reverence. Or your graduation or your funeral, for that matter. If you know me, you know I have just about zero desire to attend your wedding. But not just any wrong person: it’s got to be the right wrong person–someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, ‘This is the problem I want to have.’” –Andrew Boyd, Daily Afflictions: The Agony of Being Connected to Everything in the Universe If you can make a promise, if it’s one that you can keep, I vow to come for you i f you wait for me.” –Tracy Chapman, The Promise “Together again, It would feel so good to be i n your arms, w here all my journeys end.
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