Fifteen years ago today I married my wonderful husband. Anybody who knows the two of us will tell you:
he definitely got the short end of that stick. Even my own parents would tell
you that. Especially my own parents. And
they’d be right.
I don’t remember too much about my wedding day. I got
married in Savannah, GA in May in an old church. Which was great and beautiful and atmospheric... until the air conditioning broke in the church on the morning of my wedding. So there
I was in my long-sleeve wedding gown, sweating profusely, in front of a couple
hundred of our closest friends and family.
About 10 minutes into the ceremony, my maid of honor
handed me a handkerchief so I could mop the sweat dripping down my face
dot my brow. Upon seeing me bring a
handkerchief to my eyes, the preacher, who had known me since I was a baby,
thought I was crying, so he started
crying. He could barely get through the rest of the service he was so
overwhelmed with emotion. Everybody
thought it was sweet and wonderful.
Except me, who was too busy praying that God would
intervene with a freak May blizzard or something.
A good friend – the one who introduced hubby and I –
played guitar and sang during the lighting of the candles in the middle of our
wedding. People came up to me during the
reception and said they loved how Kevin and I were saying words of love to one
another as our mothers lit the candles.
In truth, our conversation was more like this:
“I think I might die, I’m so hot.”
“Me too. Just hang on a bit longer and we’ll get out of here.”
Maybe not true romance, but still true love.
Ends up almost no one else in the church even noticed it
was hot. Of course, nobody else was wearing 18 layers of
whatever-that-material-is-called under a wedding gown. Or a three-piece suit, like poor hubby.
But we made it. And we’re still making it. Although we
haven’t faced anything as treacherous as death-by-formalwear-in-a-smoldering-church
in quite a while.
And if I look a little shimmery in my wedding photos,
that’s bridal glow, not dried sweat.
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