A Picture of Your Favorite Memory
Today was an easy day to pick a picture. The following is copied from my original post on my wedding.
That perfect day that is planned from the earliest of ages. Weddings are the things that dreams are made of. Little girls wrap themselves in sheets to be brides while little boys play at being ghosts. Little girls pick their bestest of best friends to wrap up in sheets and be the bridesmaids. Fights are fought over who gets to be the bride, tears can be shed when a little girl doesn’t get the part she wanted to play.
As these little girls get older, their dreams change, now they want the big white princess wedding in a church decorated with thousadnds of candles in flowers, now they want a wedding on the beach in an exotic locale, now an outdoor wedding near their home with an elaborate reception. Always, they are surrounded by as many friends and family as can make it. Flowers, music, cakes, food, alcohol, friends, gifts, family, dancing and all with someone snapping a priceless photo of every single second. There’s the moment the mother’s walk down the aisle and the tears start. The music is soft as the bridal party enters before swelling to greet the bride. A monumental celebration. Lots of friends. Lots of family.
On August 17, there were no flowers. No music, no family, and just three friends. The weather was gorgeous – sunny with a slight breeze. The courthouse was pretty as far as courthouses go, but not elaborate. There were some trees and underneath one, the ceremony was held. Just a bride in blue, her groom, and three friends. The two witnesses stood on either side of the bride and groom, both in black shirts, blue jeans, boots, and cowboy hats. A third friend took the pictures as the simple ceremony was held.
The was no music. Just the ambient sounds of small town USA on a quiet Tuesday afternoon. There were no rings as there was no time to get them. Just love between two people. There was no family present. Just the knowledge that they two were family enough for each other. There were no flowers. Just a bride and her groom clasping hands, tears in their eyes as they promised to love each other forever, through everything.
The bride choked up as she said her vows and she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, that in spite of all that the day did not have, it had everything she ever wanted and everything she would ever need. The flowers, music, cake, reception, those could come in time, but they could never replace, that courthouse wedding that united her with her love forever. It was a perfect day.
It is without a doubt my favorite memory. I honestly wouldn’t change anything about it. Because when I think of my wedding day, I think of B, I think of us becoming one person, and all the rest is peripheral. The rest hasn’t yet come – but when it does, it still won’t take the place of my true wedding.