I
officiated another wedding on the beach last night. This one was right next to the Pleasure Pier,
of all places. And that means all the
Duck Tour traffic was brought to a standstill when it became apparent that the
bride had arrived and was exiting her car.
Speaking of the bride, she was the granddaughter of my Mom’s best
friend, Betty. The groom was in the
military, and he was decked out in his dress uniform. As is my custom, I struck up a conversation
with the groom and asked where the rings were.
If a best man or maid of honor would be carrying them, I wanted to touch
base with them about where in the service I would ask for them. The bride’s Dad had her ring, so that was no
problem. However … Dad sent word from
the bride that the groom’s ring was on his key chain. And where was his key chain? Back at the hotel where he was staying. Not a problem, though. He quickly improvised. His Dad slipped off his own wedding ring and
offered it for use. Whew. One problem solved. Except then we noticed that the car
containing the bride had just whipped out of its parking space and sped away
down the seawall, leaving her Dad standing alone in its wake. Speculation mounted among the ever-growing
crowd. Why did she leave? Was the wedding still on? Finally Dad came down the steps to the sand
where the chairs were set up and delivered the news. The bride forgot her bouquet back at the
hotel and she was going to retrieve it.
The groom immediately commented, “She better not say a word to me about
forgetting the ring.”
Ah,
but he happened to be standing right next to his future mother-in-law. And she was ever the protective mother
hen. She immediately replied, “There’s a
lot more to forgetting the ring than the bouquet.” Wisely, he chose not to pursue the discussion
any further.
In
spite of the early glitches, though, we got the ceremony conducted and all was
well. They even had a TV going with the
Gonzaga basketball game over at the reception.
Gotta say that was an unexpected and quite welcome first for a wedding
reception. Add to that the meal they
served and it was one of the most memorable I have ever been to. Oh, the menu?
Pizza and homemade spaghetti and meatballs. They also had some noodles with chicken and alfredo
sauce (is that the white stuff?). Oh, and a simple salad, too. Good stuff.
2 Timothy
2:24 says, “And the Lord's servant must
not quarrel; instead, he must be kind to everyone, able to teach, not
resentful.”
Father,
walk with Cody and Amanda in their life together. Protect him and his compatriots as they serve
our country. Amen.
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