Ha!” Translation: “Good luck keeping them as Life pours it on year after year!” I laughed, of course, as I knew where she was coming from. The woman, who has been married for several years and has a toddler, joked, “Yeah, I remember we made vows like that once. I was chatting with a woman at the wedding last weekend about the moving sincerity of the bride and groom’s love and the delivery of their vows. That feels like a pretty significant failure in the face of the vows I made and still believe in. I think I have simply too often made it about my wife and about me, individually, rather than about us. I haven’t been good at the little things that are really the big things, like being sure to say “I love you” every day, giving meaningful hellos and goodbyes, and just checking in to make sure everything is okay, with her and with us. I have been resentful when the parenting load has become excessive instead of recognizing that as part of the natural cycle and letting it go. I have often used my solitary nature to justify my silence and withdrawal when I needed to rise to a situation and communicate my Truth in order to clear the air and allow a storm to pass more quickly. The same for arguments and other hurt feelings. I have held onto slights–whether real or perceived–for too long after they happened. I have too often failed to give my wife the benefit of the doubt and failed to assume positive intent when things haven’t gone as I had hoped. Taken in broad strokes, I have kept my priorities in line.īut when I take a closer look–as I am prone to do in this journaling life–I cannot deny that I have also failed to live up to the idealistic vision I held of my vows on that magical lovefest of a day those sixteen years ago. I cheer for my wife’s victories and lend an ear and a shoulder on her tougher days. Leave it to Father Time to add some dents and dull the shine of even the most heartfelt promises.ĭon’t get me wrong: I haven’t failed entirely as a life partner. Through streaming tears, we promised each other our very best for all the days of our lives. Inevitably, as I sat there taking it all in–and yes, crying along with them–my thoughts swirled back to my own wedding and the heartfelt vows my wife and I made to each other. At every turn, they seemed to hit the right notes in both the substance of what they were saying and the conviction of their delivery. I listened most closely to the vows that they had written together, the promises they were making to each other about the kind of people they wanted to be for each other and the kind of shared life they wanted to create in the years to come.
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The officiant, a friend of theirs, was funny and sincere, and they were deeply grateful for everyone’s presence and full of tears at each other’s expressions of their true love. The video looping on the big video screen as the guests made their way in was from one of those “one second a day” apps that showed highlights of their last year together, prompting lots of laughs, oohs, and ahhs, and just generally drawing everyone into the atmosphere of community and love. Instead of the typical, stodgy affair full of artifice and repetition of the standards, it was highly personal and authentic to the bride and groom. I looked forward to it like a root canal.īut a funny thing happened in that glowing, well-appointed hall. So, you can imagine how thrilled I was when my wife informed me recently that we–just the two of us, no kids allowed–would be going to her friend’s wedding, set for this past weekend.
Even when I like the people there, I don’t want to be there. Don’t even get me started on the reception! Small-talk, over-served alcohol, and too much noise to have a good conversation. The pomp and circumstance, the dressing up, all the make-up and hair products, the extravagant decorations, the cookie-cutter procedure, the religious decorum and forced reverence. Or your graduation or your funeral, for that matter.
If you know me, you know I have just about zero desire to attend your wedding. But not just any wrong person: it’s got to be the right wrong person–someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, ‘This is the problem I want to have.’” –Andrew Boyd, Daily Afflictions: The Agony of Being Connected to Everything in the Universe If you can make a promise, if it’s one that you can keep, I vow to come for you i f you wait for me.” –Tracy Chapman, The Promise
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However, we do have some popular and recurring selections - feel free to consult this list for some ideas.“Together again, It would feel so good to be i n your arms, w here all my journeys end. When we perform at wedding ceremonies, we often receive unique requests by the bride and groom for us to play songs or pieces that are special to them.
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