Renewing our wedding vows and inviting friends and family to help us bless our new home was amazing. There were just enough chairs, even though the air turned cold and windy, for the hour or so before and during the ceremony it was clear and a touch warm. The sun shone down on us with approval as bagpipe music filled the air transporting this little blue collar town into Scotland. People I expected didn’t make it and those I didn’t expect came with smiles on. It was all quite perfect. My husband looked fine in his kilt and sporran and his vows touched my heart, his eyes filling with tears. I read him mine. Maryjane was adamant about being the wedding planner. She stayed in our bedroom as we dressed, ordering my friend, Pat, around as she fastened Doug’s belt, and zipped up my dress. Maryjane declared herself both ring bearer and flower girl.
Our friend, Cliff, a blacksmith, member of the Renaissance Scots, and a respected police officer, told the story of the anvil. The blacksmith was usually educated and was the judge in many matters. Young people went to the blacksmith to be married. After our vows and exchanged rings he rang the anvil. Then the kiss. Not the giddy kiss of a new couple just getting married, but a sincere kiss of passion and friendship from years spent forging a life together. We were grateful that Cliff performed the ceremony.
At 8:00 in the morning our daughter, Emily, showed up with bags and serving dishes and prepared to cater the event. My children are grown now and this is the first time that I did not have to do anything. The house smelled so amazing and the aromas of chilies and spices wafted through the door welcoming guests. Her tacos and salsa were amazing. I have never had tofu tacos that tasted so wonderful. At the end Kathleen and Ingrid donned a few of my vintage aprons and set to work cleaning up everything. Our good friend, Alvin, takes amazing photographs and we were honored that he was there to take all of these. Shyanne made a cake to remember. My daughter has been baking our cakes for the past decade. This one was my favorite. Lemon cake with lavender frosting.
Many of my favorite people were there (I missed my son) and it was a fun time for all. My brother and his family, my great uncle and aunt Norris and Pat, family, children, great friends, all wishing us good will and helping bless the new life in front of us.
‘Twas a lovely day and I will leave you readers with the blessing that completed our ceremony with a link to see a clip of our amazing bagpiper, Neil, at his finest. May you all experience the love and support that we received on that special day.