The day has arrived.
Feb. 2, 2007.
Winter is half way over.
Andrea is laced into her wedding gown.
A veil is added, and it is clear:
Andrea today becomes a bride.
In the reception hall, the cake has arrived.
Florists and caterers create table settings that are elegant, reflecting the taste and style of the bride.
The wedding party was told to arrive at the church at 12:30.
Picture taking would begin at 2.
The Bridal room was warm and lively, with hair and dresses, jewelry and make-up transforming girls in jeans to beautiful bridal attendants.
At two, the bridal party withdrew, leaving the bride alone in her room.
The groom knocked at the door.
And the two shared a tender moment uncaptured except in their own private memories.
After that, for three and a half hours, picture after picture captured the wedding party and families.
That's a lot of pictures.
I don't think I could have managed for so long in a corset, holding a heavy bouquet and smiling again and again.
(The groom looked just a little tried as the hours wore on, and pictures continued to be snapped.
Rented patent leather tuxedo shoes don't feel so good standing on pseudo cobble stones in the park like setting outside the chapel.
I stole to his side and whispered:
"You know, it's still not too late to elope."
"Here's my keys" he replied softly. "Quick, go warm up my car!")
Laura and I stayed together.
I changed in the bridal room once the crowd cleared out.
We walked and talked, and shared our thought about what she would want in a wedding.
We think alike.
Laura's been in five weddings: One in a back yards, one in a park, one in a gazebo, one on the beach, and now this one, in a church.
I'm glad I was happy with my own wedding. Too many brides suffer for having to fulfill their own mother's thwarted wedding dreams.
It isn't that I think a big wedding is wrong.
The wedding in Cannaan was a humdinger.
Far be it from me to disapprove of big weddings like that!
I think it is more that we think more of marriage than we do of weddings.
And it is hard to focus on the specialness of the day that vows are taken and a marriage begins when there's cake arrivals to notice and strangers to meet and dress steamers vying for your attention.
A weddings is a lovely scripted one day scene.
While marriage day by year unfolds, the creation of life together, unscripted.
Wedding, though, are a beautiful thing.