Jordan and Callie’s wedding was fairly typical for a home wedding. The hosts had obviously given much thought to detail and the setup was probably even a little better than the average home wedding. However, because a house is not an event venue, the guests were inevitably congregating anywhere they can find space and navigating between the bride and the groom became difficult. Guests also tend to take the start time on an invitation to a home wedding as a suggestion rather than an order. I estimate at least a third of the guests arrived after the ceremony was supposed to have begun.
I say supposed to have begun because it wasn’t just the guests holding things up. Joanie was running a little late getting ready, again not unusual, but even she was not the one who delayed the ceremony to the point we began to have a problem. Would you believe her father, the man walking her down the aisle hadn’t even arrived and the wedding was supposed to have begun a half hour ago? Don’t be too surprised, I’ve had a ridiculous number of fathers of the bride show up late...and a few moms too.
The bride anticipated a beautiful sunset wedding, and indeed the sun did set behind a lovely lake right behind where we would be standing. It was a gorgeous sunset. It’s too bad she was still tucked away in the bedroom waiting for her dad when the sun sank behind the horizon. Unfortunately, the room intended for the ceremony was poorly lit and dependent upon the light of that increasingly absent sun for visibility. I was quickly approaching the point when I would not be able to see the printed ceremony I held in my hands, regardless of having prepared it in double-spaced 16 point type. I asked the home owner if he had a book light. He scurried off to try to find something but returned empty handed. Of course it was about that time I was notified the father had arrived and suddenly all the waiting around turned into bridesmaids heading down the aisle towards me with no warning…in the rapidly encroaching darkness.
I leaned over to the maid of honor and asked her to pass a message to the home owner requesting he turn on the patio lights behind me so I would be able to read the ceremony. She leaned over and whispered to the bridesmaid next to her who whispered to the guest closest to her who passed on the message until it reached the back of the room. We essentially played a desperate version of the children’s game of “telephone.” And like that game, the message that reached the intended person was not the message I whispered to the maid of honor as I discovered when the dining room lights behind the guests, rather than the patio lights behind me, were illuminated.
I am not entirely certain how I managed to make it through Jordan and Callie’s wedding without making any major mistakes. I suspect my binder may have been no more than a half inch away from my nose. I must have pulled it off though because neither one of them seemed overly concerned either during the ceremony or afterwards. It certainly helped they had the right attitude. Jordan and Callie were married and surrounded by family and friends. Isn’t that what’s really important anyway?
Oh, and I now put the text of my wedding ceremonies on a Kindle that has a cover with a built in light. I learn the hard way sometimes, but at least I learn quickly.