Two important people in my life choose August 30, 2008 as their wedding date. As this was the first Saturday after my first week of classes- which was *clears throat* just a wee bit overwhelming, doing my best to be centered, promise- I wasn’t sure if I could make either wedding, but one of them was a direct flight away and I found tickets for both Kev and I that were affordable and this wedding was in the city, no, let’s be more specific, in the neighborhood in which I went to seminary, and I have made EVERY big rite of passage for the particular friend group to which this friend belonged. Oh wait, I over spoke, I didn’t make desert mama’s ordination. NEARLY every major rite of passage event and I’d be darned if I missed this one, especially since I have fond memories of the first conversations about the now husband “23!!!! O.K., that’s it, he’s Mr. 23!” And for other reasons…
A seminary friend who lives in the city was willing to provide housing and as she has a daughter who celebrated her 17th birthday on Thursday and I will celebrate my 32nd birthday on Tuesday, this meant we could have a mini-celebration together- the 17 year old and I baked an orange poppyseed cake (with honey only!) together. Great fun- and again, from the best cookbook ever- I tell you, it’s magic. Everything I make from it is FABULOUS. (No time for links today- sorry.)
So, we came.
And I don’t recall ever being unable to sing a good two verses of an opening hymn in a wedding because I was so vaklempt. In a stunning Episcopalian sanctuary, in the round, the procession began with three young girls, simply dressed, walking down the center aisle, and around the communion table (altar) which is in the center of it all, and then taking their seats, all participants followed suit. This happened as we sang “For the Beauty of the Earth”. Heidi and Adam entered on “For the joy of human love” and I lost it. Not sobbing, but couldn’t keep my voice steady, couldn’t see clearly. It took me to the last verse of incarnational theology to recover.
Heidi wore her grandmothers 1940’s satin dress, absolutely perfect for her, and stunning. Adam, whom I had never met before, though about whom I’ve heard plenty, was in a light suit and was wearing flip-flops!
From start to finish it was a beautiful ceremony, followed by a simple reception in the church basement made elegant by brightly colored saris on all the tables.
All those walks by the lake(s) and around the seminary neighborhood, all those phone calls when we wondered if ever life partnership would come, all the times that “love will come to you” ran through my head as we walked or sat and talked… I think it all came flooding back and so the tears came.
Blessings, Heidi and Adam! May your life together be filled with the joy of human love!