I officiated at a wedding last night. One that had been postponed by the couple due to extended-family issues. They were in a hurry, and had said they wanted something “Quick and easy-let’s just get this over with”.
And I thought “How sad. This should be more special than just getting it over with.”
They had both been wounded by the infighting going on around them over their special day, and were looking to just get that moment past them, so they could move on with brighter things. So, I talked to them about a simple, non-denominational wedding in the park.
They had a couple of friends there to stand as witnesses, and the bride’s mom watched, with a smile on her face, as the bride’s daughters, the groom’s soon-to-be step-daughters, flanked her in their little-girls-in-the-park finest. The Maid of Honor held a cell phone so that the Groom’s parents could hear the ceremony via speakerphone. And they both teared up when they exchanged their vows with their rings.
10 minutes later, we had signed the marriage license, gotten pictures, and hugged all around. They invited me to a restaurant with them for a post-ceremony celebration, but I had a family celebration of my own to attend at home, so I told them to “Go be married now.”