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Musings on a Marriage: The Grooms Wore Purple and Green
Muted Real
We both wore tuxes of similar cut with morning jackets. He had a vest and tie in deep jeweled amethyst, while I wore the same in emerald. Our officiant, the best man and the best matron were all in black. Our flower girls wore dresses, one in purple with a green sash and the other reversed, with elegant black shrugs. Our wedding party waited in a small back room while the guests were ushered to seats by my cousin and his younger brother. His older brother and his sister played as our guests filtered through the art museum and eventually to their seats. A few beloved friends waited with us.

There were hitches in the start. Traffic was messy, parking ramps were full, guests were delayed. In my pre-ceremony jitters, I was a bit frantic, and it seemed we could do nothing right to communicate the delay. Everything we tried only spread a hush across the enthusiastic crowd. Eventually my cousin blatantly communicated the delay, and thankfully everyone took to talking amongst themselves again. I took another swig from the bottle of wine, and between us all, it was finished before the moment when our officiant stepped out into the aisle.

In silence, she carried a pewter chalice of white wine up the aisle and to the makeshift altar, near the huge window looking out on the river and the night-lit downtown Minneapolis. Her husband started the music playing, and it was our flower girl's turn (her younger sister proving too cranky that evening to walk with her). Despite how I tease her for thinking she was the star of the show, I couldn't be more proud of her for how she carried the cord for our hand-fasting down the aisle. Her mother anointed her with a drop of bergamot oil and she went to wait by her father.

Our best man and best matron followed, my heart fluttering around my stomach. They too were anointed upon reaching the front, and stood to the side awaiting us. Cue music change. And then things grow blurry for me.

I remember walking out to the aisle and losing my breath at the sight of so many people. We began down the aisle together, hands clasped. At the end was our officiant, my best friend, the mother of our goddaughters, standing in calm repose and looking like a black-draped goddess. Our wedding party stood at her side with companion stars. There was a powerful draw for me to walk down that aisle, towards something huge and beautiful. People began to stand. I started to cry, it was all too much. Composure was gained and lost again several times throughout the ceremony, particularly when I made eye contact with anyone in the audience.

I wrote most of the ceremony myself, after a beautiful evening of brainstorming with the officiant. I was afraid that it would come across as too cheesy, or too pagan, or a million other worries of 'too much'. But even before that huge crowd, it became such a personal moment for us, and such fears were ungrounded. It felt right, all the things we did.

There were some small bumps - the guests standing on our entrance had been unanticipated, so we had to find a time to ask them to sit; the chalice was a little too full of wine for the three of us to finish; there were some mic issues. Yet instead of my normal sense of eternal-regret that I did not perform perfect, these moments seem like small bits of laughter and cause me only to smile.

And some moments were perfect. Our personal vows. The feel of his touch as he blessed my eyes, my lips, my heart with the wine. Feeling our hands grow even closer as they were tied together by the cord. That first, wonderful kiss. And of course, the light-as-a-feather sensation as we left the space, traveled back down the aisle, and knew that there was only one task left for us.

To party!

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Lovelovelovelove. It sounds like a beautiful event, and your writing adds to it!

Nothing wrong with leaving a small sip for the gods, btw. ;) Maybe a slight Asatru style twist for the North Country.

Wonderful! So much love to you both, and to everyone who share and helped witness and celebrate this beautiful event!

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