Our wedding was on Saturday, and it was absolutely wonderful. We are beyond happy with how everything went.
Our aim all along had been for our wedding to be a simple and deeply meaningful ceremony, surrounded by our closest friends and family, followed by an enjoyable evening with really good food. And that’s exactly what we managed to have.
We held it all at a local ski area, and the weather was perfect for having an outdoor ceremony: warm but not hot, high thin clouds, and a light wind. Everyone took the chairlift up to the mountaintop. As we rode up, we worried that we hadn’t seen several of the guests we were expecting. And then just as we neared the summit, we had a nervous moment seeing people waiting for us, and the aisle we were going to walk down, and oh my goodness, this was really happening. About 2 seconds later, we realized the missing guests were sitting there with everyone else after all, and the joyful surprise pushed the nervousness aside.
Hand in hand, we walked down the aisle. My church pastor had been great about working with us ahead of time to alter a standard service into something that would reflect us and our beliefs, and the end result was a 10 minute ceremony that was just excellent. Two of our friends, and our son M, each did short readings. The pastor had a time to give “brief reflections on marriage and the relationship” but we didn’t know what she would say. Well, she perfectly wove together some bits of things we’d told her about how we met, and tied it in to the larger context of gay marriage in our society. We had written our own vows, which included our own reflections on our relationship. Everyone laughed at one bit of mine that was funny, and when E talked about how glad she was to call M her son, we could see him beaming in the front row.
Ceremony was followed by a cocktail hour and then dinner. My dad made a toast that was both funny and heartfelt. At the last minute Saturday morning, I had decided to bring along a couple of inflatable beach balls so the little kids (E’s honorary niece, our flower girl, and honorary nephew) would have something to do while the grown-ups were setting up. The beach balls ended up staying out on the dance floor, and the little kids and the preteens were all seen happily playing with them at various points during the evening. The food was delicious, as was the wedding cake. We heard a few people say it was the best wedding food and cake they’d ever had. Pretty impressive, especially considering it was a ski area doing the food, and a bakery that doesn’t claim to do wedding cakes, but does make delicious sheet cakes and fancied one up for us.
People moved around from table to table, talking to each other. It’s wonderful to hear people we know and love from so many different places and times in our life meeting each other and enjoying each other’s company. Overall, it was 30 of our closest friends and family, and every single person who had planned to come actually made it. This was especially meaningful considering one person missed part of her grandmother’s funeral to be there, and one person had last-minute flight snafus. Our only real regret was that E’s recently-widowed mom wasn’t there; she is still feeling too overwhelmed to make a trip like this. On the plus side, we were both truly impressed by how mature M was that day, and how clearly overjoyed he was to have our family legally recognized.
We don’t have official wedding photos from the photographer yet, but here are a few photos that I took before or after. The first is the book that I hollowed out so M would have something to carry the rings in; it was from a used book sale and had the title “family” stamped on the spine in gold. M’s reading was pasted into the front of the book. We heard the amused surprise during the ceremony when people realized his reading book had a hidden secret.
One of my church friends had offered to do the flowers for us. We bought some bud vases, she gathered the hydrangeas from another church friend’s yard, and she got some flowers from a cut-your-own farm too. Our bouquets are together in the vase on the left, and a centerpiece is on the right. We’d had no idea exactly what she would do, but trusted her to come up with someting casual and beautiful, and she did.
And finally, here’s us enjoying our morning coffee the next morning, using the souvenir mug that the ski area gave us.