It was the wedding for a friend from law school, who was one of our most discontented law students during our first year. And maybe all the way through. But she ended up marrying the law association president, who was essentially the posterboy for law school and the law school life. As Karren would say, life unfolds.
But they were a beautiful couple--beautiful--and they were married on the front steps of her family's home. They had a Quaker ceremony, which meant that there was no officiator, just my friend's grandma reading them questions and waiting for them to reply, simultaneously, "We do." I don't remember the questions, exactly, but they were wedding-like and lovely.
Do you promise to love each other, cherish each other, value each other's independence and spirit, while working still to become one and one family?And then, at one point, the grandma asked us, the audience, a question:
Do you promise to be rich and poor and still in love?
Do you, friends and family, promise to welcome this new couple into your lives, to support them in their marriage and help them to become parts of your communities and become the strong and loving family that they desire to be?And, from our white folding chairs under a large white lawn tent, the eighty of us had to/got to answer:
We do!We do. Which of course made me wonder--do we? Will we? Do I? Can I? Will I? How?
I'm still thinking that through. But it was lovely. And it was followed (in an even larger white lawn tent) by barbecue chicken and pasta salad and cupcakes and the best veggie burgers I've ever had and drinking (but not for me), and I was back in Virginia before midnight.
Welcome to the East coast. We love marriage here. We do.