Tuesday, August 9, 2011
What a wedding day it was. Whimsical, with some real miracles of mother nature involved. It started raining as guests were arriving and I was feeling bummed and worried that we'd have to have the ceremony in the barn, instead of in the field. My dad had "called it" and was making preparations to arrange the ceremony inside. So many people had worked hard to prep for the outdoor ceremony and the weather gods must have been listening to our pleas because the rain let up as we were scheduled to start the ceremony. A cheer from the guests in the barn arose when my dad announced that "we're doing it!" I was giddy and so happy and none of the other details mattered. My crepe paper streamers had to be taken down after a bit of a soaking. The haybales on the wagons and in the field had to be flipped and the white fabric taken off, but with a little teamwork from the guests, it was no problem. My dad's head was still thinking of all the logistics while we were waiting for our music and was ready to walk down the aisle holding up the back of my dress until I grabbed his arm. The ceremony, performed by Ben's cousin was funny and heartfelt and two of Ben's groomsmen put on a musical performance that surprised me and all of the guests. People couldn't stop talking about it and I felt so touched. Ben and I were in the wagon on our way back to the barn when the rain started again and I felt lucky to have that small break so we could show our loved ones our love for eachother in the way we wanted to. The rest of the night it poured but everyone had a great time eating a delicious vegetarian feast, dancing to a live Blue Grass band and chatting away with new friends and old.
It was a day to remember and alas...it will take a little time before I get used to saying "my husband" and "Oh hi, I'm Crystal Sloane." Perhaps I'll practice during our honeymoon. :)