It’s late Monday night and I’m taking a break from editing my friends’ wedding ceremony, because after a few hours of computer screens and synonyms that associate with love, my mind is scrambled eggs. So I’m typing on a computer to get away from typing on a computer…
I have a week to make sure it’s the most perfect ceremony ever written. It’ll be finished by tomorrow and I’m joking about it being perfect, but I do want it to be wonderful because my friends’ are great people.
It’s my first time doing this, so I’m assuming the wedding official is like a referee in sports; there to make sure the rules are followed to guarantee a fair outcome, a part of the show, without being the show. I’ve been practicing my speech so I’ll be sure it’s nice and clear, but it’s in front of a couple hundred people!?! I better not mess up.
On a serious note, the process has been revealing. I think about the times we’ve hung out, the laughter, the fun, the sadness, all of which can bring inspiration to writing the best ceremony possible, yet the problem is that words can only take you so far.
I relate them to other friends of mine with great relationships and I see a lot of similarities. You know when the universe gets the right people together, you can feel it when you’re with them.
I think of my own serious relationships to draw from and what made them worthwhile. It’s not easy all the time, but that’s what makes the bond tighter. After the honeymoon period, it becomes a bit surreal because you get to see what they’re really like and sometimes it’s not what you envisioned.
That’s the fun part though; a relationship is about discovering the world together, as well as each other. It’s picking one up when they’re not feeling 100%, sacrificing something today for a stronger tomorrow, and keeping the relationship foremost because when the relationship becomes about one person instead of the team, the bond weakens.
Then before you know it, days become weeks, then months and years. My grandparents were married for 60 years and I remember my grandmother telling me how they made it work;
“We got separate beds because I would kick and snore in my sleep.”
All joking aside, she said that although times were different in the 1940’s, relationships were still the same. It relied on being balanced, supporting each other’s weakness with their strengths.
They were separated for almost two years due to World War II and while they wrote to each other, what kept them going was remembering the initial euphoria of first falling in love with each other and never forgetting that, even as they went through other crazy stuff in those 60 years.
“That’s what makes the world go ‘round.”
In a couple weeks, I’m lucky enough to have a front row seat to see what makes the world go ‘round; marrying a couple that didn't let go of those feelings of when they fell in love.
Better get back to the ceremony.