In Our Own Backyard…All you need is loveThere was simply nothing that could have happened to make their wedding weekend anything less than the beautiful celebration it was. After all, if life were without its little dramas, the things that really count wouldn’t be nearly as meaningful.
By: Wendy Johnson, Pine Journal
So what if there were winter storm warnings when we set out for Alexandria last Thursday for the wedding of our son Jason and his girlfriend Sondra?
So what if we drove right into the heart of a total whiteout shortly after we picked up my mom in Grand Rapids?
So what if it took the soon-to-be wedded couple four and a half hours to drive from Minneapolis to Alexandria because of ice, snow and road construction?
So what if, once they got there, they discovered there was a five-day waiting period to get a marriage license — and they were slated to get married in two?
So what if the shipment of wedding flowers was delayed a full day due to bad weather?
So what if the manicurist who did Sondra’s nails mistakenly did them in bubble gum pink instead of peony? And so what if the tips of her newly manicured fingernails smeared because she didn’t have time to wait for them to dry — since she and Jason were due back at the courthouse to have the judge sign off on their marriage license? And so what if court was running late that morning and the two of them had to wait two hours for the judge?
So what if both Jason’s and Sondra’s sisters were delayed by the weather and bad roads and missed the rehearsal dinner?
So what if it snowed and blew all weekend, making their dreams of a lovely spring wedding go out the window in favor of winter white?
So what if my husband forgot the projector back at our rental house and had to drive back to get it before we could show the slideshow at the reception?
And so what if Jason and Sondra got stranded by a blizzard in Jamestown, N.D., after they departed on their honeymoon trip to Yellowstone — and then had to spend the next three days at the Comfort Inn?
So what? There was simply nothing that could have happened to make their wedding weekend anything less than the beautiful celebration it was. After all, if life were without its little dramas, the things that really count wouldn’t be nearly as meaningful.
If the sun had been shining down upon us and the spring flowers had been in full bloom, it would have been a memorable weekend for sure. But when the clouds pulled back after days of snowfall, reveling blue sky and a ray of sunlight through the windows of the reception hall, it was unforgettable.
If the bride had been able to pose for her portrait on a green grassy lawn, she would have undoubtedly been striking. But as she delicately hiked up the skirt of her gown and trekked through ankle-deep snow in a pair of flowered rubber boots, she looked amazing.
And if the marriage ceremony would have gone flawlessly, it would have been considered properly solemn and reverent. But if Jason hadn’t nearly lost the bride’s wedding ring in the deep pockets of his dress pants, we would have missed that welcome moment of levity that made everyone relax and enjoy it a little bit more.
The entire weekend was remarkable in so many ways. When Jason and Sondra got up and made remarks during the reception, we were all touched by their depth of feeling, insight and the tears that most of us were choking back by the time they were over. Though hopefully we all contributed something along the way to the people and couple they have become, we realized that these two precious children found their way to one another entirely on their own, through the grace of God.
As Jason and I danced together during the mother/son dance, he looked at me and smiled, saying, “Mom, I’m proud of you….” For a moment I was speechless, because all I had contributed to the wedding was the slideshow. But I realized that their marriage was the result of a whole lot of love and blessings from many different directions.
“I’m proud of you, too,” I replied with a hitch in my voice. “I’m proud of you, too….”