I imagine there’s not much worse than arriving at your own wedding with a huge chunk of time to kill and not much else to do other than think and be nervous. Unfortunately that was the case for Jeff, as we had been warned about heavy crowds on sunny fall Sundays and decided to arrive early so we wouldn’t miss our own wedding.
Lucky for Jeff, it was a beautiful day, and he had his brother John, sister-in-law Brett, and two super adorable nephews Ben and Max to help pass the time. And if there’s anything an almost-four and almost-two year-old are capable of doing, it’s keep you busy for a couple hours.
Alas, the time eventually came for my parents and I to start walking down the path to overlook three.
I’m told that the wait for us felt like forever. That, I suppose, is an unfortunate side effect of trying not to be seen by the groom on our wedding morning. My parents and I hid a safe distance from the park entrance and there was no cell phone reception to give a heads-up, so my brother Steven very sweetly volunteered to (literally) run and tell us when everyone was set up and ready. It seemed like a pleasant, short walk to us, but then again—we weren’t the guy running down the path trying not to miss his sister’s wedding.
We also weren’t the guy waiting at the end of that “short walk,” to whom the wait was, no doubt, seemingly interminable.
(Jeff saw this photo and said: “At that point, I’d been waiting for, like, two hours. I was like, Where is sheeeeeeeeeee?”)
We modified some traditions; both of my parents walked me down the path.
I was really happy and relieved to see Jeff at the end of it.
There was no giving or presenting of anyone. Jeff and I hugged our parents, thanked them for raising such a good baby, and promised we’d take good care of each other.
And then we got to it. It felt like we were flying sideways through things; the only thing that kept me in a calm state was holding Jeff’s hands and looking at him. I otherwise would have been one hot mess.
Our officiant began the ceremony with an opening written mostly by Jeff and me.
John, Jeff’s Best Man, read Kahlil Gibran’s “On Marriage,” a piece that was also read at my parents’ wedding 32 years ago.
Our officiant, also named Jeff, read a few words about committment, friendship, and love.
Diana read “Forever Young” by Bob Dylan. This is about when I began feeling like I was coming back into my own body—things stopped feeling so surreal.
Then Jeff and I began reading our vows. We used some traditional vows—I take you, that sort of thing—some modified-traditional, and arranged other vows that fit us.
I remember noticing Max watching from a prime location—right in John’s arms. It was totally refreshing. I liked having him up there; it felt very natural.
Then we read the vows we’d written for each other.
We exchanged rings.
And my sister read an Irish Blessing.
We were pronounced husband and wife …
And then we kissed.
It was awesome.
We were so happy, both of us.
Neither of us noticed the magnificent view we had of Great Falls until after the ceremony.
And without exaggeration, it was the happiest moment of my life.