I Do the I Do
I, sister-brother/sister-mister-reverend-warrior-princess, married two people.
Legally. Seriously. Incredibly.
A bride and a groom. Traditional.
As an officially ordained minister.
Is life good or what?
(In case you are wondering, I went with the serious-sounding ordination credentials I possess. I decided not to go with the "Church of the Latter Saint Dudes" ordination. Maybe next time, dude.)
The wife was rather frightened by the prospect of me utilizing my ordained minister status, but once I explained to her that this wasn't about me being a religious figure but rather me providing a service and having the credentials to do it, she seemed all good with it....albeit still frightened for the bride and groom.
A service. I'm not here to talk about the baby Jesus or get all religious. I am here to marry people. The baby Jesus is welcomed to attend, but he needs to remain seated quietly in the front row, kind of like my mother and the wife had to remain seated quietly in the nearest set of bushes. I am providing a professional service that is recognized--and required--by legal entities like the State.
I've decided that being a professional counselor is going to come in mighty handy if I start to get a lot of wedding gigs, as I was more a counselor than anything else yesterday. Meeting with the bride before the ceremony required empathy, reassurance, skill-stepping....this with a rational, focused bride. I imagine many brides are on the verge of hysteria, barking orders and trying not to totally freak out. Standing there with the groom while waiting for the service to begin required the exact same thing. (The way he was sweating and not speaking, I thought he was going to pass out....I never had that feeling from the bride, so score one for the bride.) As a counselor-minister, I was able to run interference where it was needed to be run, although this family was thankfully VERY well-behaved and reserved.
When not counseling, I was pious. Well, kinda-sorta pious. Okay, not even close to pious but very professional.
It did not rain.
Out of respect to the bride and groom, I will say no more, although I have many thoughts and humorous tidbits. Maybe a few years down the road I'll be able to share many a story all mixed together....
I can't be sharing my lucky umbrella, especially when I need it to "do the I do."
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