We had beautiful weather here last Saturday (sorry, those of you stuck in the frozen hinterlands). The perfect day to have a wedding in the park.
Last week my dh came home from work and said that someone from the unit was getting married on Saturday and that he wanted us to go. I was mildly irritated at the short notice, since I didn’t have a sitter or a gift. He gave the perfect reply: that it was an impromptu wedding because the bride is active duty as well, flying in from Korea to marry the soldier in the unit here before they deploy again this fall. For added effect, he mentioned how they wouldn’t have any family here. I’m a sucker for romance, and we were married in Korea without any family, so I know how that feels. I’ll never forget waking up on the morning of my wedding and having to get ready with near total strangers.
2:00 ~ The time the wedding was supposed to begin. A good turnout of Army folks. We chit-chatted under the big magnolia trees and the kids ran circles around the pond.
2:30 ~ No sign of anyone, bride or groom. After conferring with the other small group of strangers it was decided that yes, we were in the right place and yes, we were all here for the same wedding.
3:00 ~ The groom arrives, looking very nervous.
3:30 ~ The kids are now tired and whiny, in desperation dh is letting the dutchkid pick all of the planted flowers along the walkways. Rumors fly.
3:45 ~ The bride finally arrives in an ornately beaded gown, and acts as if it is completely natural to be over an hour and a half late for one’s own wedding. No signs of tears or fights or any of the other scenarios we had invented.
The ceremony lasted less than 10 minutes. Maybe they were trying to make up for all the waiting? Who can know. It was one of the strangest weddings I have ever been to. A bizarre combination of trying to have a the normal wedding trappings, but yet it was obviously thrown together.
It makes me wonder if people said that about mine.