A week ago my daughter married on a brilliant golden aspen day in the mountains. I had the honor of reading the poem, I Carry Your Heart With Me by e.e.cummings. In the previous weeks leading up to the special day, my husband was my speech coach. I practiced my enunciation and intonation, repeatedly. The ceremony arrived, and I remember being motioned by the officiant to stand by my daughter. The narrow heels on my sparkly silver shoes were sinking into the moist soil. Apparently, the lawn is well maintained on a daily basis by an underground sprinkler system. I opened my mouth to share a few words before proceeding with the touching verse, which lasted approximately 59 seconds. Before returning to my chair, I was at least conscious of the fact my shoes were embedded in the lawn. The moments passed so quickly. It seemed as if the vows were said immediately upon settling onto the folding metal chair. And, there she was, a Mrs. The celebration began, and what a joyous one it was. After the elegant dinner, the father of the bride toasted, along with others, and the music began. We danced through the end of the evening. My husband and I, for lack of better words…had such a good time that we decided we should become professional wedding crashers.
This was the best wedding I have ever attended.