After everyone posed for pictures on the porch of the main building at the Schlitz Audubon Nature Center, we moved to an outdoor pavilion where seating had been set up under cover of the roof. Still we were outdoors and the weather, though chilly and threatening, cooperated. It was a mere 100 yards from the main building, but the bride was fashionably late.
When Vicky did arrive (and we could see her making her way down the trail from the main building, we were a bit relieved to see that she hadn't changed her mind at the last minute. Perhaps having her brother there to tow her to the altar helped.
The Judge read a bit of poetry, expounded on the importance and meaning of marriage and then got to the "I do" portion of the ceremony. There were some words said by each participant as rings were exchanged as well.
Then the pronouncement of "man and wife" was made and the happy couple paraded back down the aisle between the guests and back to the main building for the reception and pah-tay!
The wedding cake was unique and told the story of their first meeting. As newly minted CPAs, they had been given the unenviable task (by different firms) do complete and inventory for a company being sold. Normally a boring routine task, Brian came back to the office all excited about the gal he met while counting crates of Vienna Sausages (Hot Western Style) in a lonely warehouse. All he talked about to his co-workers (some of whom ended up in the wedding party) was about the dinner date he had made. That was five years ago in Chicago.
Something clicked in that warehouse and on that dinner date for a year later they were sharing an apartment. The only thing the rest of us couldn't figure out (once we too met Vicky) was what the heck Brian was waiting for? Vicky, for her part says she wasn't in a rush for the formality of marriage. She had already been accepted as part of Brian's family and he as part of her's. A piece of paper wasn't going to make much difference. R-i-g-h-t!
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"A piece of paper wasn't going to make much difference."
Oh, but it does ... and it SHOULD.
Oh, I agree with you, Paul. So would my DIL--the divorce attorney.
(No, she wasn't handing out business cards at the wedding. Though I suggested she should. She's practicing law in Portland, Oregon.)
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