Therefore a man leaves his father and his mother and clings to his wife, and they become one flesh…
We didn’t write our own vows back in those days. But I think if I had to, this is sort of what I would have said:
I, Joe, take thee, Karen, to be my lawfully wedded wife. I’m not going to promise to be perfect, but I will promise to always love you through the good times and the bad times. With God’s help, the good times will be plenty and the bad times short and scarce. I promise to always treat you with respect and never to take you for granted. I value your opinions and your thoughtfulness and your passion and your listening spirit. I promise to stand with you through anything that comes our way. I pray our life together is filled with health and wealth, but if it isn’t, know I will still be there. I ask God to be the foundation of our marriage. With His help and acting together, nothing can ever defeat us. God brought us together. May He sustain us to a long, happy life together. I love you … yesterday … today … and all our tomorrows.
Then came photos and “killing time” and our reception. Again, nothing stands out, except for our first dance to True Love. As we danced to that song, we both welled up and promised each other our guardian angel would have a boring assignment. I whispered in her ear what we had was “truly True Love” and right on cue she whispered back softly, “Love Forever True.” I guess everyone else joined in dancing during the second reprise, but we were in our own little world … if only for a couple minutes.
We may have thought our guardian angel – we referred to him as Clarence from It’s a Wonderful Life – was going to be like the Maytag repairman, but as I look back, poor Clarence was certainly kept busy. We always managed to get in a step deeper than we should have and it was good old Clarence who brought us back to solid ground.
The only other thing I remember about the reception was my Dad dancing with Mom, while I danced with Grandma Simpson. He matter of factly asked her if she had a curfew – and Grandma Simpson was right behind him. As I realized where the conversation was heading, I had to make a diversionary move … but I know Grandma heard the comment.
I remember we went upstairs to change to leave. We were paying for the reception and I wasn’t quite sure I had it covered (see a pattern here?), so I spent a little extra time going through some of the cards and gifts. Actually, it was a lot of extra time and a lot of people started to leave before we did … including the photographer!
To be continued …
THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Growing old beats the alternative — dying young.