Last weekend my wife and I were in Savannah for a wedding.
I love weddings. Wait, not really weddings in general. I don’t get all excited when celebs tie the knot. And I didn’t have royal wedding fever. I had a slight case of Kate Middleton fever, but that’s different. I did eat lunch at Burger King and dessert at Dairy Queen back-to-back last week, but that was more of a royal feeding (of sorts).
Where was I? Oh. Yes.
What I meant was, I love participating in weddings of people I know and love.
One of the most rewarding things about my role is the opportunity to be the Officiant when two people exchange vows. I’m not really sure why it’s called “officiating.” It’s not a boxing match. Granted, it may turn into that eventually, but typically these events are joyous occasions filled with laughter and happy tears. Never have I been forced to get between the bride and groom and send them to their respective corners. Which is good, because I don’t want to ever see a bride sitting down on a stool in the corner of the room saying, “cut me, Mick” to her Maid of Honor.
When you do enough of these things, you start to make some observations about people, and about life. Here are a few…
- Hope is so tangible you can almost cut it like wedding cake. Here are two people, fully aware of each other’s flaws and shortcomings (presumably), knowing that they’ve only got a 50/50 shot (at best) to make it, promising to love and cherish the other until the day they die. That’s some serious hope. And it’s a beautiful thing. What if we lived every day of our lives this way? Making daring promises to each other, fully expecting and committed to keeping them, and believing in things that are true but hard to hold on to in this world?
- There are two types of people at a wedding: those who dance. And those who sit and watch. The dancers let loose and make the most of the party. The sitters just stare (and sometimes make fun of the dancers). At the risk of sounding like Lee Ann Womack, why don’t you get your butt out on the dance floor? (She had a bit more gentle way of putting it.) I used to sit and watch. I had all sorts of reasons not to dance. And I believed every one of them. But the truth is I was scared. Scared about my lack of rhythm. Scared to risk embarrassment. Scared to leave the relative anonymity of the table. But that was then. Now, I dance. I dance terribly, but I dance. And it’s so much more fun than sitting. Plus it at least gives the “sitters” something to laugh at. And I love making people laugh. There’s a deeper reality at play here, though. In life, as at weddings, there are two types of people: those who risk the ridicule of others and embrace life (dancers) and those who choose to do nothing except make fun of those who are attempting to move with the rhythm of living (sitters). Which one are you? Is it time to dance?
- A wedding is a gathering of people who look the best that they will ever look in their lives. Those “Save the Date” cards and magnets are not just for our pocket calendars. They’re for our waistlines and double chins. The date of a wedding is one of the single best deadlines for motivating people to get fit. Moms start Weight Watchers. Brothers start going to the gym again. Sisters and girlfriends stop eating fast food. People lose weight. They do P90x (for a few days). They get out in the neighborhood and walk every day. They buy expensive and pretty clothing. And it all culminates in this one event where everyone just looks…fantastic. But the reality is many of them will never look that good again. And that’s a shame. Why don’t we always want to eat right, stay fit, and look our best? Isn’t that the best way to live?
Ahhh, weddings. What fun times. What glorious memories. What joyous hope.
I think I’ll go watch Rocky.