By Linda Wood Rondeau
Remember when weddings were predictable? A bride in white,
in a church, with the father walking the bride down the aisle.
It was a summer of three weddings each as different from the
others as night and day. Yet, each memorable for its own merits.
The first was in July. We’d had a cold spell the week
before, and I’m sure the bride welcomed the cooler temps since her gown was a
gray-white princess style—puffy and layers of lace set off with sequins and
pearls. A talented young lady, she performed her own vocals and the couple
exchanged pre-written vows. A modest reception was held at a local
restaurant and had a D.J. who served as master of ceremonies. I am usually
emotionally contained during these events but a trickle of tears flowed when
the bride and her father danced to “Butterfly Kisses”.
The second wedding, former clients during my social work
career, was memorable for different reasons. Most of the men donned their best
jeans and vests. I felt out of place with my simple knee-length skirt and
blouse. The family pet arrived for the procession complete with veil and hat
and was led by the maid of honor. The
pastor had to stop the ceremony several times as family members came up front
to take pictures and asked him to “hold it a minute.” Of course the lack of decorum was understood
if one knew the family tree. The young
bride’s heritage did not include many weddings for the custom was to live
together until the relationship tired and move on. The ceremony was eventually concluded and the
bridal party and guests headed out for the reception that would be held at the
local bar.
The third nuptial was probably my personal favorite. The couple opted for a traditional wedding
that was both elegant yet simple, taking place in a newly remodeled church, an
aura of sacredness aided by the pristine walls and ornate fixtures. Scripture
reading and a Communion service, also gave a sense that this was indeed a
sacred event. The hymns of choice told of God’s presence at the union of these
hearts, the reception that followed continuing in respect for the occasion.
Although different, I enjoyed being at all these weddings,
made precious because of intent—a couple standing before God to proclaim they
loved each other enough to make a commitment to one another.
Today, weddings can be anything from a simple chapel
ceremony or standing before a Justice of the Peace, or an elaborate event that
costs more than the father’s yearly salary. The value of the occasion need not
rest on the price-tag, but rather the intent of two hearts.
Winner of the 2012 Selah Award for best first novel The Other
Side of Darkness/Harbourlight, LINDA WOOD
RONDEAU, writes stories of God’s mercies. Walk with her unforgettable
characters as they journey paths not unlike our own. After a long career in
human services, Linda now resides in Jacksonville, Florida.
Linda’s best-selling Adirondack Romance, It Really
IS a Wonderful Life, is published by Lighthouse of the Carolinas
and is available wherever books are sold.
These books are also available in ebook format along with
her other ebooks by Helping Hands Press: I
Prayed for Patience/God Gave Me Children and Days of Vines and Roses. Songs in the Valley is scheduled for
release this fall by Helping Hands Press.
Readers may visit her web site at www.lindarondeau.com or email her at lindarondeau@gmail.com or find her on Facebook, Twitter, PInterest,
and Goodreads.
6 comments:
Yes, intentions count! Good stories on the wonderful experience of weddings.
A wedding is a wedding...what God has joined together, let no man separate...
Thanks Kirk and Donna for stopping by. I love all the different kinds of wedding ceremonies. My son and d-i-l had a picnic reception in the park and it was so much fun!
Lovely post, and how wonderful you could share in all of them. Thanks for sharing w/us, Linda.
As one who's officiated many weddings, I can say, "Amen," to the fact that wedding expense is irrelevant. The simplest weddings have often led to the strongest marriages. The most expensive one offered the best reception meal but the marriage itself didn't last.
Caroline
These were fond memories.
Tom
Absolutely. A wedding does not a marriage make.
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