Monday, September 10, 2007
Thirteen Years Ago...
September 10, 1994
Our wedding was beautiful, the perfect day that I had been dreaming of since I was a little girl. There were more people on the guest list than would fit into the tiny church that I grew up in, so we had the ceremony in the "big fancy church" (as we called the Presbyterian Church in town).
The music was gorgeous. I got chill-bumps as I walked/ran down the aisle to the sound of trumpets. My poor dad couldn't keep up with my Get-Me-To-My-Hunky-Groom pace. I was almost a full step ahead of him (in effect dragging him by the arm), when he reached out with his other hand and pulled me back. "Slow down a little bit, Cheech", I remember him whispering.
Decorating the church were enough candles and flowers to satisfy even a fanatic candle/flower lover like myself. In fact, one might have a case in saying there were too many candles. The combination of a narrow and tricky shaped aisle and FIRE at every step as I navigated the aisle (in a cathedral length train) almost led to an "America’s Funniest Home Videos" moment. Train, plus corner of pew, plus high heels, plus candle, plus nervous, shaky bride…you see where I’m going. Thank goodness for a quick-handed lunging guest, or my perfect day could have been a tad crispy.
Despite that one little comedic mishap, everything was a dream come true. God’s presence could be felt all around. Everyone we loved surrounded us. I felt happier than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. It was a great day -- full of love, laughter, and life-long memories.
In the words of the great Chip Forbes: Happy "Thirteen Years, No Divorce", Russ. I love you.