I wanted our ceremony to take place in the sanctuary where I spent every Sunday of my childhood.
The sanctuary where the kneeling pads my grandmother Ottie helped to needlepoint are placed around the altar rail.
The sanctuary where I have so many wonderful, peaceful memories.
I wanted to make a new memory in the place where so many of the memories that shaped me into the woman I am today were made.
Well, we made many memories that day. From the chills I got as soon as the organist began playing the processional music for the bridesmaids – a song I had chosen in memory of Ottie, The Wedding Processional from The Sound of Music, to how I felt right before I walked down the aisle alongside my father. The memories were only beginning.
As I walked down the aisle towards Adam, I faintly remember seeing friends and family out of the corners of my eye, ecstatic to be able to share this moment with them.
I remember looking at Adam and seeing the look of sheer happiness across his face. I couldn’t stop smiling.
It was time.
We were ready.
After my dad presented me, the preachers began our traditional Methodist ceremony. Everything was moving along perfectly until the first prayer.
That’s when my sister realized she forgot the ring.
Thankfully, our coordinator, Heather, sensed that Madeline had forgotten the ring and was already halfway down a side aisle when it was time to place it on Adam’s finger.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t fast enough to save Madeline from embarrassment. When the preacher asked for the rings, Madeline had to admit her mistake – which was the first moment Adam and I knew what had happened.
Madeline hates to draw attention to herself – specifically embarrassing attention – so this moment couldn’t have been more perfect for me and I laughed heartily at the altar.
Then I exchanged a forgiving smile and a high-five with her – yes, you read that right, we high-fived at the altar – before taking the ring and placing it on Adam’s finger.
The moment we exchanged rings was surreal for me. This was actually happening. I was becoming Adam’s wife!
I remember Adam proudly and loudly repeating each line of the vows after the preacher and I remember the look of complete commitment in his eyes. It warmed my heart and showed me a new side of him that I immediately loved.
After a final prayer it was done.
The ceremony was over and we were taking our first kiss as husband and wife.
As we were exiting the sanctuary, I felt a swell of happiness greater than anything I had ever felt before. It was overwhelming and exciting and the perfect emotion to ramp me up for our fun-filled reception…